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stinkysam · 3 days ago

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Choi Subong "Thanos" - Hein ?

Warning : death, blood, drugs, sexual flirting (?)

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “reader being from outside Korea, so he doesn't speak it very well and only understands small phrases in Korean. So after somehow ending up in the Squid game (maybe the salesman speaks multiple languages ��‍♂️idk-) and almost understanding nothing and asked the guards if they knew English (doesn't mean they have to be from England) and that's how he got like a guard that translations for him and in the second game he meets thanos and they get along pretty well since yk thanos speak a bit English and they become friends” -anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // I made the reader French because I could -> French translations at the end obviously. // 5k words

You suddenly woke up to music in a room with what seemed like hundreds of people. Some were already walking around, others slowly emerging, still in bed.

Everyone was wearing a green tracksuit with numbers on them. You looked around and saw a screen by the wall. On it was written both in English and Korean the numbers of people: 456.

Did ddakji guy really approach 456 people ? That’s dedication. You were impressed.

You got out of bed and climbed down, walking with the others, looking at everyone surrounding you. You quickly felt like the odd one out, only blending in thanks to your clothes.

You could hear a few of them speak but you didn’t understand. You guessed it was to talk about this place and the people in it.

Then a group of men in pink came in. Each one had a mask on their face with a circle on it, except one, with a square.

It’s the square that spoke.

You managed to understand the grand lines of his speech. Welcome, 6 games 6 days, money.

But that was it. As people asked questions, you were left wondering what they were talking about. They seemed to be frustrated about something. This place or their hidden identities you guessed.

A young girl showed her jacket, talking about the ugly color, quickly followed by a man talking about shoes. Another man spoke, talking about coin. Crypto money ?

Woah. Your heart was beating fast, stress getting to you. They were all Korean people speaking Korean and you barely understood a thing.

The square clicked on a remote, the screen now playing videos of people being slapped while playing ddakji. He spoke at the same time, saying their name, age, occupation and the amount of debts they had. He stopped at the one who’s debts was 10 billion won.

Everyone murmured, looking for the guy with that much debt.

Number 100 yelled something that everyone seemed to agree with ? Or be impressed by. You weren’t sure.

The square began talking again, and shakily you raised your hand.

“Excuse me.” You interrupted him, making him stop. “Could you… English… talk ?”

You felt everyone’s eyes on you, wondering why someone was talking in a broken Korean. You sighed, getting frustrated to find your words.

“I don’t speak Korean. The ddakji guy told me someone would translate everything in English for me ? I have no idea what’s going on. Please ?”

There was a moment of silence before the square turned to one of the circles, making a sign to one of them. The circle guy to his right walked into the crowd before waiting by your ladder for you to climb down.

You quickly urged, nearly tripping on your way down.

As the square continued to speak, the circle repeated everything in English, his strong Korean accent making it a bit hard to understand certain words. Thankfully he was speaking slowly, either so you could comprehend everything or because he himself was struggling with English.

You asked him your questions, both exchanging quietly while everyone was focused on the square.

You didn’t notice that a man was staring at you two in interest.

Then the lights were turned off and a giant piggy bank made of glass or plastic came down from the ceiling.

You choked on your saliva when your translator told you the amount you could win at the end of the 6 games.

“How much ?” You coughed out, surprised. The things you could do with all that money. “45.6 billion won ? Putain, ça fait combien en euros ?”

Your translator continued doing his job, talking each time someone asked questions.

“A vote ? To leave ?” You scoffed. “Who’s stupid enough to want to leave ?” You laughed.

You stepped into a big field, it looked like it was outside and inside at the same time, yet you could still see the sunny sky.

You walked around aimlessly. Then you stopped. Was someone rapping ?

“I like you.” A purple haired man said, making a heart with his fingers to a girl.

Oh my god. Someone speaks English ! You felt so excited, you could finally talk normally with someone ! Wait- was it the only sentence he knew ? Because it’s pretty known but he’s your age so he should know some English, right ?

Maybe you wouldn’t need that circle with you ?

Then the doors closed loudly, startling everyone. The circle walked to you. A voice began speaking and he translated the rules of the game to you.

Then, he left.

Number 456 went to the front and began screaming something. You just understood he talked about dying. Dying ? Like losing ? Dying in game ?

The game started and let’s say you quickly understood why people would want to leave.

The girl who was being flirted with was dead, blood seeping out of her forehead, and the people who had rushed to the doors to leave were all dead too.

By some miracle, no one had pushed you or made you move. Your heart was pounding. Though your face did not move you let out a nervous chuckle, eyes scanning the people around you. You should hide behind someone.

But it seemed everyone had that idea, or maybe 456 yelled it to them, because quickly, lines were made, everyone hiding behind each other.

Somehow you made it out alive. Eyes wide as you breathed loudly, shaking. It was… weird.

You’ve never been one to enjoy horror or stressful situations. Yet, you felt so scared and so alive at the same time. Was it the adrenaline ?

You couldn’t stop fidgeting on your way back to the dorm, struggling to calm down. Bouncing with each step you took.

You sat down in the dark, still shaking until the lights were on again. Quickly pink men entered the room, armed. You froze while other people moved back, hiding behind others and by the beds.

A circle approached you, the closer he got the bigger your eyes widened. Fuck. He was here to finish you. Shit, shit, shit.

You flashed him a big nervous smile, ready to beg for your life. But he just stood there.

You slowly calmed down.

The square began talking, and so the circle translated as the screen updated itself, from 456 to 365 people remaining.

A woman and who you guessed to be her son walked to the front, seemingly begging to be spared. Quickly more followed, kneeling, crying out.

“Can you translate what they’re saying ?” You asked the circle, but he just looked at you. You stared back at him, waiting for an answer. “Well ?”

But again, he said nothing. You sighed.

The square hit a button on his remote and the piggy bank appeared again, lights dimming out as money fell into it by stacks.

Oh putain.

You walked closer to see better, though it barely made a difference. So much money. You could leave Korea with that.

No one was hiding anymore, everyone was subjugated.

The circle quickly found its way next to you again to translate as the square explained how much money was in the piggy.

9.1 billion won in total ? 24,931,500 won each ? You need your phone to convert it to euros. It seems a lot but… Where the fuck is it ?

“How much is it ? In euros ?” You asked the circle who stayed once more silent. “Connard.” You whispered, crossing your arms.

Although you didn’t know how much 20 million won was in euros, you knew it wasn’t enough to get rid of your debts. You barely listened to the translation, you had already understood that to get more, you had to play one more game.

Or actually, a couple more.

You sighed, bending down as you hit your knee in frustration, cursing. Could you really go through it again ?

Quickly, a big present like machine was installed to the front of the room, right before the square. Two buttons on it.

456 was the first to vote. Choosing X and standing on the X side of the room, under everyone’s stare. It was long and slow, some people hesitated.

Came your turn.

You stood there, before the two buttons. You turned around to look at the circle. Could he… help you choose ? You really needed the money but also your life was pretty much important to you as well.

You raised one hand in the air, still thinking, channeling your luck to choose the right button.

“Heh, fuck it we ball.” You said with a nervous chuckle, letting your hand fall on the O. You took the blue patch they gave you before standing with other Os.

You tried hyping yourself up each time someone voted blue. But both sides were following each other, no clear winner leading the vote.

Then you saw the man with purple hair, 230, rushing to vote O without hesitating. You squeezed your fist, smiling. You really needed to get your hands on him. You could use someone to talk to in this shitty place.

But as he put his patch on, 456 intervened.

You looked at the circle, who stayed silent.

“Oh come on ! You’re not gonna translate this ?” You whined, sighing. “It could be really important.”

So you watched, helpless, as 456 continued talking, people began arguing back and forth against one another. Was it about the vote ? They talked about dying and being scared, seemingly begging the others to vote the right thing. Quickly, everyone was yelling at one another but 456 made everyone shut up.

You just stared, confused.

“What did he say ? What did he say ?”

Then someone asked him a question, 456 replied more quietly this time.

“Oh, come on. I want to know ! Can you really not translate ?” You asked the circle, but once again you were met with silence. You learned that some people really had a punchable face. Even when you couldn’t see them.

Then the purple haired man walked to 456, pointing at him as he spoke. He had a weird way of walking. Was it confidence ? Do you walk like that when you’re confident ?

100 seemed to agree with whatever he said and quickly the purple man made everyone cheer to vote O, wanting to play one more game.

As the Xs argued back, 456 went to those who hadn’t voted yet but he was quickly stopped by an armed triangle, keeping him on the X side of the room before the vote could continue.

It’s almost as if their exchange did nothing, there was still no clear winner. Your heart was thumping in your chest, cheering each time someone voted O.

It was 182 to 182. 001’s vote could change everything. Go home or continue. You all watched him as he quickly walked to the front, everyone yelling which button to pick.

Then silence as he stopped before the machine. Was he hesitating ?

He moved his left hand. Shit. He’s gonna pick X. But then, on the screen, the O were now at 183 against 182.

You had won. You loudly cheered though you felt a pang of pity for the Xs. The circle left your side, walking out of the dorm.

Ah, you were on your own again.

Slowly everyone calmed down, sitting and resting by their beds in small groups as they pushed the voting machine out of the room.

Soon after, the pink men came back to give you food. You looked around, seeing everyone form lines to be served.

You were eating, looking around, trying to find people you could be talking to. Then you saw the purple haired man again. Sweet. You stood up, walking toward him before seeing him slap another person’s face with rice. You backtracked. Clearly this was not the right time.

You sat back down, focusing on your food as they fought two against one until 001 stood up.

He talked to them, probably asking them to stop. He mentioned mealtime ? They effectively stopped fighting, 230 walking toward 001 instead with the same confidence he had earlier during the vote.

Like everyone else you watched, curious as to how this was gonna end. Your eyes widened when 001 grabbed him by the throat, kicking 124 twice without breaking a sweat, sending him to the floor.

You couldn’t help but smile nervously. What the fuck was happening ?

Then 001 was standing above him, strangling him with one hand, his other one ready to throw another punch if needed. You all stared in silence.

You kinda hoped he would not kill him. You really could use another English speaker outside of that damned circle man.

You let out a relieved sight when 001 pulled away, the younger man coughing as he regained his breath, crawling away.

You decided to not befriend anyone today. Preferring to leave 230 alone for now.

That night, you couldn’t fall asleep. Too stressed about tomorrow’s game. Although red light, green light was an international game, you didn’t know if the others would be as well. What if you didn’t know the game you were gonna play ? Or didn’t understand the rules ? Could they show you how to play them ?

You turned and tossed in your bed, thinking, trying to think of all the games you had played in your childhood and the few Korean games you’ve heard of. You truly hoped they wouldn’t be too hard.

Morning came, music playing over the speakers to wake everyone up.

Armed triangles came in as a voice spoke. The circle from yesterday came to your ladder, waiting for you to get down.

“The second game will begin momentarily. Follow my instructions.”

You nodded, following him, feeling a bit… fuzzy. The lack of sleep combined with stress wasn’t really a great mix.

The circle walked behind you down the narrow corridors, and a few players tried to get him to tell them the next game. He stayed silent.

You arrived into a big room, sand covering the ground once more. Two big colored circles were taking half the space each with a white line and 6 numbers. A starting point.

“Une course ?” You thought aloud. Maybe racing in a potato bag ?

A voice spoke through the speaker and the circle translated. You had to form teams of 6 under 10 minutes.

Nice. You rolled your eyes.

“I guess you won’t help me translate to find a team ?” You asked the circle who this time answered by making an X with his arms. “Ah. Great.” You sighed, walking away from him to find someone who could help you.

You naturally thought about 230, trying to find his purple hair amongst the crowd.

But it’s him who found you first.

“Let’s play together.” He said, crossing his arms, 124 and 256 looking at him with a confused look.

You smiled.

“Finally someone who speaks English.” You could cry of joy. 124 asked him something, looking at you. 230 answered back. You tilted your head, having no idea what they were saying. Maybe they changed their mind ?

“What’s your name ?” 230 finally asked you.

“I’m [Name].”

“Woah.” He looked impressed, smiling. “So you’re really not from here ?”

You stared at him, blinking slowly ?

“Hein ?”

“Not Korean.” He said. He sounded a bit weird. Maybe he didn’t know English as much as you thought ?

You shook your head.

“I’m Thanos.” He waved his hands, raising them in the air in a weird… motion. Signing ? “Nice to meet you, bro.”

“Thanos ? Like…” You snapped your fingers dramatically. “Like the Marvel guy ?”

He smiled, giving you a nod. You looked at him, slightly confused. Was it a nickname ? Did they call him Thanos the first day when he appeared on that screen ? You couldn’t remember.

You looked at the two men behind him. Were they with him ? Did that make you a team of 4 ?

“It’s Namsu.” Thanos pointed to 124 then to 256. “Gyeongsu.” Then himself. “Thanos. Many ‘su’.”

You nodded slowly. Su ?

“It’s Namgyu.” 124 corrected.

You looked at the clock, you didn’t have much time.

“We need two more people.” You reminded them. Thanos looked around, and so did everyone until he walked away on his own with a smile, everyone following him.

“Señorita, excuse me.” He said to a young woman with rather short hair. You couldn’t help but smile. Was he gonna flirt again ? If the first one died, will she die too ? You hoped not, that couldn’t be very good for the team. “Let’s play the game together.”

“Why should I ?” She replied, curious.

“Don’t you know who he is ? Gyeongsu said. “He’s Thanos, the rapper.”

Ah, so it’s his stage name, not just a nickname. You nodded. Mouthing an ‘Okay’.

Thanos posed as Gyeongsu continued. Taking a lower voice as he imitated Thanos.

“I’m gonna kill half of humanity with my raps.”

You had no idea what he said, but it sounded… Cheesy ? Cheeky ? Unserious. You smiled, amused.

Namgyu seemed to disagree, talking about how she was a woman ? But Thanos ignored him.

“I, Thanos the great will protect you.”

“Right. Thanos.” Replied the girl. She too probably found the name… funny. You couldn’t agree more. “So you have all the Infinity Stones ?”

Were they gonna bond over Marvel ?

“Of course !” Thanos replied, showing her his colored nails before waving his hands in the air as he spoke. “I’m going to destroy anyone who gets in my way !” He took a step closer, continuing. “Just stick with me, and you’ll be safe. Okay ?”

This seemed to be going well ?

“But I already asked someone to join me.”

“No problem.” He said, rolling his R a bit too much. “Who is it ?”

She took a step to the side, revealing a smaller man. You looked at him, confused. Who was he ? Was he with her ?

Namgyu sighed, visibly displeased.

“What’s your name ?” Thanos asked. That, you understood.

“It’s Minsu.”

“He looks like a freaking dork.” Namgyu commented but Thanos stopped him again.

“What’s up ? Nice to meet you, my brother.” He said, grabbing his hand and side hugging him. “You’re cute. Come on.”

So he’s in the group too ? You’re a team of 6 now ?

“Six ?” You asked Gyeongsu, showing your fingers before giving him a thumbs up. He nodded.

“Six.”

You let out a happy sigh, patting his back as he smiled back at you.

“Have you heard of him ? From where you’re from ?” He asked.

Him ?

You stared at Gyeongsu and pointed to Thanos, tilting your head. Was he talking about him ?

He nodded.

“What ?”

He seemed to think for a moment, looking up and to the sides.

“Thanos… you know ? Outside Korea ?”

You shook your head, giving him a smile.

“Is he big ? Like really known ?”

It was his turn to look at you, trying to make sense of what you were saying.

“Idol ? Big… celebrity ?” You asked, still pointing at Thanos.

He shook his head before shrugging, visibly unsure.

“Hum… Television. Rap battle. Second place.”

“Oh really ? Damn.” You looked at Thanos, impressed. He was a finalist ? He must be pretty good.

“Lyrics…” Gyeongsu continued before making a X with his arms.

“What ?”

“Mistake.” He finally added. “Forgot.”

“Oh. Oh, he lost because he forgot his lyrics ?”

He looked up, thinking before nodding.

You grimaced. Not cool.

“You’re a fan ?”

“Fan ? Yeah ! He… really cool !” He gave you two thumbs up. You chuckled. It was almost cute.

“So you’re living a fan’s dream, huh ? Hanging out with him ?”

“Dream ?”

“You…” You pointed at him and then at Thanos. “Thanos… friends.” You said, holding your hands together. “A dream come true.”

“Ah,” He placed his hands before himself, chuckling nervously. “No, not friends. Just fan.”

“Frieeends.” You laughed. “Now. You two. Friends.” You said with a nod, patting his shoulder.

The timer beeped and the voice over the speakers spoke again. The circle guy quickly went next to you to translate what was being said. You sat down by groups, next to one another inside the big circles on the ground.

Thanos was swaying side to side next to you. You side eyed him, he seemed weirdly relaxed.

Your translator was sitting next to you, explaining the rules of the game. There’s going to be 6 of them, actually. Ddakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning top, rock, paper, scissors with a twist and jegi.

Oh god. You only knew ddakji and rock, paper, scissors and you hated it. You were never good at playing that game quickly, and had never played with both hands.

“You guys pick.” Thanos quietly said.

“What ?” You asked him.

“Pick.”

Pick ? He didn’t care what he could get ? That left you with a chance to not get rock, paper, scissors.

They all quickly spoke amongst themselves. You turned to the circle guy, grimacing, mentally telling him to help you understand them. But he stayed still.

“Putain de connard de merde.” You said a bit loudly, shaking your fist in frustration, gaining the attention of your group.

You looked back at them with pleading eyes.

“Not…”

“You’ll do rock, paper, scissors with a twist.” Said Namgyu.

Any ounce of confidence you had fell right into the deepest ends of the earth.

You looked defeated at the circle.

“This is your fault, fucking bitch.”

You looked back at your group, still quickly chatting amongst themselves.

Thanos looked at you with a smile, giving you a thumbs up. You weakly gave him two thumbs up in return.

“You got this.” He said.

You nodded, smiling nervously. At least he was optimist ?

“On va tellement crever…” You planted your face in your hands. “Fils de… pute.” You whined.

As the first two teams were called, your translator stood up and walked away.

“Let’s get it ! Whooo !” Thanos yelled, raising his fist right as the square shot in the air, signaling the start of the race.

You tried to watch, but it was so stressful you ended up hiding your face behind your hands. Occasionally peeking.

6 minutes ? Could you really do all the mini games in under 6 minutes ? One minute each ?

“Hey.” You elbowed Thanos, gaining his attention. “Why did you want me in your team ?”

He frowned, thinking.

“Don’t know.” He replied with a shrug, still jamming to an imaginary song.

You looked at him with a surprised expression.

“What do you mean you don’t know ? You didn’t stop and think I could be a burden because I barely know any Korean games ? The fuck is gonggi ? Jegi ?”

He stared at you, silent. You guessed it was too much English in one sentence for him.

“I… not know Korean games good.” You spoke in a broken Korean.

“It’s okay. He translates.” He replied, pointing at the circle guy by the wall. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t… do ? Rock, paper, scissors with a twist. Don’t do.”

He stared at you.

“Never ?”

You shook your head.

“It’s the same. Just… one more hand.”

“Yeah but you have to think fast, and do it three times in a row. Dude, I never played like that !”

He patted your back gently, hand resting there.

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

“Did you forget about the guns ?”

“Guns ?”

Oh my god. You rubbed your forehead. What the fuck was he on ?

“Can you help me play it ? Training ?”

Then suddenly you heard multiple gunshots, both teams laying on the ground, lifeless. Fuck.

You quickly looked back at Thanos.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” You urged, clasping your hands together in a begging manner. You were giving him your wettest puppy eyes ever.

Thanos sighed, cracking his neck before finally agreeing. He placed his hands before you, waiting for you to do the same to play with you.

It was absolutely catastrophic. The more you played the more lost you were. Who was winning ? Was he even counting ? Why was he going so fast ? You kept confusing your left and right hands together, mixing them with his, miscalculating a lot. You rapidly began playing randomly, hoping for the best.

Then Namgyu called Thanos. They talked about something. You recognized the words “ecstasy” and “ketamine”.

“You’re on drugs ?” You asked, shocked. “How are you not dead yet ?!” You whispers-yelled.

“Can’t kill me.” He proudly stated, hitting his chest before Namgyu gained his attention again, showing him his arm.

You stared at them as Thanos opened his cross and gave him a colored pill.

What the fuck ? They’re serious ?

You rubbed your forehead in frustration before trying to play rock, paper, scissors on your own. Right hand against left one. No thoughts.

Then you heard Thanos laugh.

“What are you doing ?” He asked, pointing at your hands, clearly amused.

“I’m… training on my own.”

“How would that work ? Are you perhaps dumb ?”

“Dumb ?” You asked, having understood only his last word. “Wait- Are you saying I’m dumb ?! You’re the one high in such a situation, dude what the fuck are you doing ?!”

“What the fuck are you doing ?” He laughed again, grabbing your hands. “I’ll help you. I told you.”

“Really ?” You squeezed his hands in return. “But please go slowly at first.”

“Alright.” He chuckled before rubbing your hair. You grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly.

“Oh my god, thank you I love you so much.” God, you could cry of joy.

“Don’t take these words back.” He said, as you looked at him briefly confused, not understanding before placing your hands in front of him to play again.

The voice on the speaker called for the following two teams, but this time, you didn’t feel stressed about their survival, all your focus was on yours and Thanos’ hands. You occasionally looked up each time you heard people cheer before focusing back on the game you played with him.

Then suddenly, everyone was standing up, cheering and celebrating loudly. So much that someone tripped and fell on you and Thanos, making you look up in surprise.

“Qu’est-ce que-”

“They won !” The man yelled before standing back up to jump up and down again.

You grabbed Thanos’ shoulders. He made an exaggerated noise as you shook him vividly.

“They won ! It’s possible !” You screamed as he laughed and stood up to celebrate with the others. You did the same, grabbing someone and dancing with them briefly.

Two more teams were called, and slowly you calmed down. Watching silently the others play the games as you tried to come up with strategies.

And surely enough, came your team’s turn.

Thanos and Gyeongsu were at each extremity, you between Thanos and Namgyu and 380 between Minsu and Gyeongsu.

It was hard to walk with Namgyu and Thanos on each side, they were not following the rhythm. At all.

Gyeongsu was first to play with a round of ddakji. He won it on the first try.

380 did the same with the flying stone, sending you into a frenzy. You were so excited. So hyped. No longer remembering about the guns waiting for you if you failed. You’re so gonna survive !

It was Minsu’s turn with gonggi. It honestly looked fun but you were glad you were not chosen to play it.

Namgyu kept making random noises each time Minsu threw a rock in the air, eventually making him fail.

He grabbed Minsu, cursing him out as you grabbed Namgyu by the collar, making him face you.

“Ah, putain, manges tes morts. I’ll make you meet your ancestors if you keep this up ! Stop it !”

“Huh ? Ah, come on.” Is all he said as he placed his hands on yours, trying to get you to let go of him.

Minsu tried gonggi once more, but this time your hand was on Namgyu’s mouth to make sure he stayed silent.

“Pass.” You heard over the speaker. You looked at the pink man, doing an O with his arms.

You quickly stood up, walking to the next game, uncoordinated.

It was Namgyu’s turn now, and it took every fiber in your body to not make him go through what Minsu went through.

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly when he failed, 380 grabbing him by the collar as she insulted him.

Then came your turn. Your hands were shaking as you placed them before the circle guy, ready to play.

Clearly, Namgyu was a nuisance because he was back at it making noises in your ear and Thanos kept swaying by your side. Was he dancing ? At this moment, you hated them. If you were the one with the gun…

You were fine with them again after succeeding three times in a row rock, paper, scissors with a twist, not without a couple of failed rounds before. You locked arms with them to go to the next game.

Everyone was cheering, encouraging both teams. You felt so good, so alive.

It was now Thanos’ turn with jegi. He was so good he hit the fluffy ball 6 times.

He was going for more, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him with you to keep walking, the rest of the team promptly following, crossing the finish line together.

“Why did you stop me ?” Thanos whined to you as you walked down the corridors.

You didn’t even look at him, thinking he was probably complaining to Namgyu. But then he poked your shoulder.

“Why stop me ?” He asked again.

“You needed to kick the jegi 5 times.”

“I was… nowhere near… breaking my record.” He said slowly, thinking about his words.

“Don’t try to break your record when we can die if we run out of time. ”

“We wouldn’t.”

“We would’ve. Remember, guns. Pew pew, dead.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.” He said, passing before you, skipping.

“What did you say ?” You asked, thinking for a moment. Fun ?

“Ah !” You grabbed his collar, kicking his ass with your knee. “Bastard.”

“Oh. Your Korean was perfect there.” He turned around pointing at you, looking surprised. “Swear word.”

“Ah l’enculé, my Korean is good I just lack vocabulary.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Alenlé ?” He repeated, confused. “What’s that ?”

You stared back at him. What ? Oh !

“Ah, l’enculé. It means… fucker ? In French. Enculé. En-cu-lé.”

He tried to repeat it as you said it slower.

“Actually, an enculé means someone who gets fucked. Who takes it up the ass. Je me suis fait enculer : I got fucked. Je vais t’enculer : I’m gonna fuck you.” You smiled. “But somehow it’s translated as ‘fucker’ or ‘asshole’.”

He looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“Tell me more.”

“So you can insult my descendants into five generations ? Fuck no.”

“Fine. Love words ?”

“Who the fuck do you wanna flirt with ?” You chuckled.

“You.” He replied smugly, shutting you up.

You didn’t know what to answer. Well, that’s actually a lie. After your initial shock, a response came to you.

“For starters.” You began, a bit sheepish. “Je te chie à la bouche. Means I love your lips. Je te chie à la bouche.” You repeated slower, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to sound romantic. “Or, je sucerais bien ta teub. Means I could gobble you up.”

He looked at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Are you fucking with me ?”

“No.” You smiled sweetly. “Belle bite means nice cock. I swear on your mom.”

“Why the fuck are you swearing on my mom ?!”

“I’m not gonna swear on mine ! She’s already dead !”

“Bitch stop lying.”

“Alright, okay, I swear on our moms.”

He sighed, cursing under his breath as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“No but seriously. J’te fourrerai bien.” You winked before laughing, walking away as he looked at you confused.

“What did you say ?” He asked, quickly following you.

Traduction - Translation

Putain, ça fait combien en euros, ça ? - Fuck, how much it is in euros ?

Oh putain. - Holy shit.

Connard. - Asshole

Une course ? - A race ?

Hein ? - Huh ?

Putain de connard de merde. - Fucking shitty asshole.

On va tellement crever. Fils de… pute. - We’re so gonna die. Son of a… bitch.

Qu’est-ce que- - What-

Ah, putain, manges tes morts. - Ah, fuck, eat your dead.

Ah l’enculé. - Ah, fucker.

Je te chie à la bouche. - I shit in your mouth.

Je sucerais bien ta teub. - I’d suck your dick.

Belle bite. - Nice cock.

J’te fourrerai bien. - I’d gladly stuff you.

#male reader #m!reader #thanos squid game #squid game x m!reader #squid game x male reader #squid game 2 #squid game #choi su bong x m!reader #choi subong x m!reader #choi subong x male reader #choi su bong x male reader #choi subong #choi su bong

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sunflower1experiment · 21 hours ago

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Confident (Risk AU)

Basically an au of what if Harley listened to reader before they got together and the orphans helped create toys with their creative minds. Meanwhile he was giving out offers for folks who were sick/dying or simply using other means of science to create them. (Cuz real talk he could’ve used blood cells or did what the scientists did to him )

“Harley come’ere”

Harley walks in with some hot tea, noting the record player on the table. “Oh dear, what are you planning?”

“Nothing.” You say while casually taking one with an acute sip, settling the cup down the record starts playing Ocean Alley’s album, the main song of choice. ‘Confidence’ but more sped up, you did like to listen to new generations of music anyway, Harley watches it play while you both sit across from one another. His house shoes, your sandals hanging off the feet for dear life.

“So Head scientist, how is it?”

As he eats his food the man just rolls his eyes, playfully being vague, “Hmm Let me see….”

“Sawyer stop that.” You gently pat his arm with a teasing grin, “My sweetheart is a genius and he’s being vague. Oh dear that means something happened?”

“Indeed, a gentleman offered to be head chief of the prison. He offered to be a bigger body, and then Boxy Boo was made…now anytime someone tries to break in, well…” His eyes meet your curious orbs of life, “Lets just say no one would really miss them.”

“Ohhh..Boxy Boo…you name him?”

“Of course I did.” He stops talking when the record plays the chorus, so Harley gets up knowing you’d want to dance and offers his hand. You graciously take it then smile when your partner pulls you by the waist, slowly he moves back, then forward before he sways with your body. Your heads turning away from each other as your feet step to the side then he moves forward, you move back.

A careful, gracious twirl between you both before he dips your body, you hold his face then pull back. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Of course, my partner works with me in playtime; we had a successful project completed and Leith successfully sold the toys from the critter project.” Nodding you start to grin slyly.

“You danced with me willingly, usually I have to pry you off the damn seat.” You let out a cheeky chuckle, Harley just walks away now ignoring your words while you begin gushing after him. “Sawyer!” You drawl his name then kiss his cheek, “Give your fiancé a kissy kiss.”

The male grunts, and then chuckles when you lay on his chest.

“Alright alright, whats got you so giddy?” He hums with a chuckle as you nuzzle his cheek then place one kiss on his head. “I know you don’t like physical affection too much. But!”

Sawyer watches you grab a box filled with two nice looking engagement rings, not too big, not too small but perfectly fine sized and it had a nice cool feeling. The doctor was shocked, who knew it’d be you taking the initiative, thats what he loves about you. Always making the first move, confident and usually willing to help him when needed. He always rarely asks for help, that big ego of his is so humbling now that he has a confident partner who lacks insecurity.

He remembers last time he was working and someone asked you about his loyalty towards you and his job. You simply laugh and gave a smug remark, “The day I compete with Harley’s job is the day I lose the intelligence of my frontal lobe. One that some lack in style.”

Goodness he was in love with you, and that sometimes annoys him since he wasn’t one for it. The lack of empathy was one thing that sort of made you both drift occasionally, when he was upset his apathetic side would collide with him and you’d be stuck with a rash doctor. So you had him sit down with you to listen to some white noise. Surely that would make things a little better for him?

It did work to a degree, but there’s a point in time where Harley literally had to sleep on the couch for yelling at you. Yet he still found a nice plate of eggs, bacon with toasted bread and cheese before him. His tastes were odd to you, but he still got the meal he desires.

Now you’re both engaged, hugging each other while not saying anything. No empty promises or vague statements, you both disliked them. Action always speaks louder than words in his eyes, as they did yours.

“…..Does this mean I should take a break from work?”

“Harley sweetie, that is your choice. But yes you will when it involves your health and mental state. I won’t have another sweet pickle incident….” He grumbles at your remark about the pickles, saying they were quote ‘Nasty as hell’

By the stars you loved this fool.

#ppt harley sawyer #harley sawyer x reader #harley sawyer poppy playtime #harley sawyer #poppy playtime harley sawyer #poppy playtime x reader

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writing-zelda-brainrots · 18 hours ago

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The Apothecary's Travel Guide Chapter 2

Damn it… Dad’s going to be really worried.

A feeling of déjà-vu washed over you as you slowly came to. Kidnappings were no fun, you decided, and this was only your second time. What could people possibly want from you this time?

You could hear voices becoming louder the more you came to. Now that you listened closer, they sounded an awful lot like those strange travellers you met. Your father would tell you to not assume based on conjecture, but all the signs so far pointed towards one conclusion.

Hesitantly opening your eyes would only deepen your suspicions. The first thing you saw was the bright sun, making you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a displeased sound. Then there was movement beside you. Someone put their hands on your body, as if trying to shake you awake.

Daring to ‘wake up’ once again, you saw a head of messy brown hair. Strange clothes. Pointed ears. Yeah, it was as you thought: those travellers were back in your life. You recognised the face as the person you yelled at for bringing that waterskin.

“Are you okay? Can you stand up?”

Normally, you’d be the one to ask those questions. The irony of the situation was almost enough to get a laugh out of you, but the headache you were cursed with made you decide against it. Though your head throbbed and your vision was far from crystal clear, you pulled yourself up enough to sit rather than continue to lay on the grass and dirt below. Gathering the strength to actually stand up on your feet might still take a bit, though.

The young man beside you let out a relieved breath when he saw that you were doing well. Or, at least better than before. Thankfully for you, he had taken his hands off of you when he saw that you were conscious again.

Scanning the group that had gathered, you spotted all of the people you had met at the inn, plus two new, rather young-looking faces. But actually, now that you looked closer, one of those new strangers might just be short for his age, if his build and face was anything to go by. Still, the two of them had the same pointed ears. Admittedly, you were starting to feel very out of place.

“Listen, if you’re looking to sell me off, then, I’m sorry to say this, but someone already beat you to the punch.”

The one with the cape took a startled step back. “S-sell you?!”

Well, that certainly was a reaction. Was I kidnapped for information, then? Back at the inn they were asking some odd questions. They surely can’t expect to get that much out of one girl, right? Or maybe they plan to ransom me to the palace? Oh god, don’t tell me they’re keeping me around for their own desires. Your face immediately soured at the thought and you felt shivers run down your whole body.

“Oh for the love of- we’re not kidnappers! And stop glaring like that!” This time the one with the red clothes shouted, pointing his finger at your less-than-amused face.

You, in fact, did not stop glaring. “Then why am I here with you?”

“Because we found you here! What were you doing here, huh?”

“Calm down, there’s no need to start pointing fingers. But he is right in saying that we did not bring you here.” Maybe you were right in labeling the armored one the ‘leader,’ after all. He clearly had the most authority among this group. They referred to the one with the scarf as ‘captain,’ so perhaps this leader has an even higher rank.

“The last thing I remember is walking back home until I was dragged away somewhere. Unfortunately, I did not see the one who did it, so I can’t give you a description of the culprit.”

After thinking about it for a few seconds, they all looked at each other. “I think we have a hunch.”

Clearly, they did not trust you enough with that information. “Where is this, anyway?” You didn’t recognise your surroundings; an open field with a well beaten path nearby. Given the position of the sun, you could not have been unconscious for very long, so you could only hope that you were close enough to your hometown to make it back before anyone noticed.

Your question seemed to strike a chord as multiple men looked away awkwardly or pretended to be busy so someone else would have to answer for them. This group was becoming stranger by the minute. Perhaps you should not rule out your suspicions just yet.

“Alright then, keep your secrets.” You huffed and picked up your basket. From the look of it, nothing was stolen, so they at least had the decency to not go through your items.

You stayed near the end of the small army as you walked. You would have liked to be the last one, but the ‘captain’ was seemingly insistent on staying next to you. Though you kept your distance from him, you were just slightly glad to see that he had recovered from his previous incident.

He was the first one to speak. “I never did get your name.”

“I’m just an apothecary from the pleasure district, lowly of birth. There was no need to give it.” You replied. “Besides, the rules of etiquette demand that one gives out one’s own name before asking for someone else’s, no?”

“Touché. Where are my manners?” He let out a chuckle. “I’m Link. Well, all of us here are named that, so we use our titles instead. Feel free to call me Warriors. The one you were arguing with earlier is Legend, and the one who stopped it is Time.”

Nine people sharing the same name? Now that was something you have not heard before. Could it be a family tradition? You have noticed the similarities in their physical appearances, so it was definitely possible that they were blood related. But, still, nine of them? That must have been rough on their mother. You cringe a little at the image your brain oh so generously created.

“You have strange taste in names.”

“Maybe.” He turned his almost sickeningly sweet smile to you. “So… May I have your name now?”

If he didn’t stop looking at you like that, you’d shove him into the creek next to the road. Still, you bit your tongue so as to not let out any unpleasant and unneeded extra words. “[Name].”

“A lovely name for an equally lovely lady.”

Ew. That was the only thing on your mind when you looked at him. What was he trying to accomplish here? Doesn’t matter, you’ll be staying away from him. He was really starting to remind you of a certain eunuch back at the palace, and if he was anything like that guy, he was going to create a lot of headaches for you.

Why isn’t it working on her? Normally women would be swooning over him and his words, but this one… Were you actually glaring at him? Huh. That’s a new one. For now he would pull further back behind the group and reconsider his approach. Maybe if he came at you with a different angle, he could get his information gathering plan to work after all.

A new voice cut through the awkward air. “You seem awfully calm about this whole thing.” It was the one with the wolf pelt that spoke. You think you heard the others refer to him as Twilight. “Normally, people would be scared out of their wits when they wake up in the middle of nowhere.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like this is my first kidnapping.” It seems you’ve unintentionally caught the attention of multiple people.

“What…?”

“A lot has happened.” You replied rather bluntly.

“Can’t you give us a short version?”

You paused, thinking of how to summarise what has happened so far. “Hmm… Kidnapped servant girl avoids awkward family reunion by becoming the world’s most enthusiastic poison tester.” Despite your attempt to condense the recent events in your life, you received a bunch of confused - and slightly concerned - looks.

“Huh?”

“What?”

“I feel like we’re missing some context here.”

“Wait. So when you said that you’ve been working in the palace, you were actually kidnapped and basically held hostage this whole time?”

“‘Hostage’ is taking it a bit far.” You interjected. “But yes, I was sold off to the palace as a servant and ended up getting promoted to poison tester.”

“You’re a poison tester? That’s so cool!” The child of the group shouted, stars practically shining in his eyes. “Have you ever caught someone trying to poison the food?”

“Yes, actually.” Though it was a shame I couldn’t swallow that poisoned soup.

“Good grief, why didn’t you try to run away if you were kidnapped? Or at least asked for help?” Legend was seemingly determined to fight you at every opportunity.

“Oh, that’d be nice.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “It’s not that simple. The palace has every right to come take me back by force or execute me for running away. I just have to keep working until either my contract expires or I get fired. Besides, I like my job as a poison tester.” You explained.

And the atmosphere was awkward again, with no one really sure on what to say. Should they offer their condolences for what happened to you? Ask if you were okay? The way you talked about your ‘situation’ so casually was… Unusual to say the least. “Unnerving” might even be more accurate.

To avoid talking about yourself more, you turned your attention to anything else. Like the side of the road. Yeah, that sounded really nice right about now. Now that you looked closer, you didn’t recognise a few of the plants growing nearby. That was strange. You assumed that you weren’t that far from home, and you knew all of the foliage that grew there, yet this one was unlike any that you’ve seen before.

“What is that plant, anyway? We’ve walked past them a few times.”

The one with long hair - Wild, you’ve heard - spoke up when he noticed the sprout you were talking about. “Oh, that? Those are just some medicinal herbs. Don’t know exactly which ones, though.”

Now that certainly caught your attention. “Wha- now you mention that?” Practically leaping towards the grass, you crouched down and began to carefully pick them. “These are good quality samples. Here’s more! There too!”

“Wow. I’ve never seen anyone get so excited over plants.”

Wars’ comment got a chuckle out of Legend. “What, jealous that someone’s not looking at you like that?”

“Don’t start with that again.”

“Hey, mister lady’s man, what’s it like to lose to some weeds on the side of the road?” The veteran continued the teasing.

“Drop it.”

“They’re not weeds.” You corrected from afar. “The term ‘weed’ would imply that these plants are a nuisance or grow in a place that conflicts with one’s preferences, needs or goals. These are anything but ‘weeds’.”

Wild could already see that you were going to be at this for a while. Maybe because he was also very enthusiastic when it came to gathering materials, but he could empathise with your little “collection frenzy.” But the group should really get going.

So he told Time to just go ahead with the rest of the gang while he stayed back until you were done. This did raise some eyebrows, but Wild promised to keep an eye on their new “travel buddy” to make sure they stayed out of trouble or didn’t get lost. Ultimately, they relented.

While the rest of the group kept going along the road, you continued your business, not even noticing that they’d left. Yeah, if this was how you always were, Wild was starting to see how someone could manage to kidnap someone like you.

“So what kind of medicinal herbs are these?” You examined a leaf you had picked out from the bunch. “Do they help with digestion? Stop bleeding? Dull aches?”

“Umm… I don’t really know? Does it matter?” Wild knelt down next to you.

“Obviously. How else am I supposed to know what kind of medicine I’m making?”

“Honestly, I just kinda throw everything into the same pot and hope for the best. I’m more knowledgeable in cooking than the healing arts.”

You looked at him stunned. How has he made it this far? “That’s it, I’m taking over the medicinal side of things from now on. I don’t want you giving someone with an open wound something that’ll cause them to have diarrhoea.”

Thankfully, Wild did not fight you on your declaration, realising that it was probably best to leave this kind of work to the professionals. In reality you just wanted an excuse to make something with these new, unfamiliar herbs. I mean, when does one ever get the chance to try out a medicine from a different world?

“You don’t know what these do and neither do I.” You muttered to yourself, eyeing the plant in your hand. “Well, only one way to find out.” Before Wild could ask what you meant, you shoved the leaf into your mouth and began to chew.

Hmm… Bitter… Kind of tough… A little dirty, to be honest.

“Does- does it taste good?” Should he try it too? He was getting kind of curious.

“No. Tastes rather awful, actually.” You said with your mouth still full.

And after you had swallowed your stomach started getting the rumblies. Temperature started rising in your mouth and your tongue began to tingle. The telltale activation of your gag reflex told you enough. Quickly you stood up and ran behind the nearest bush to empty the contents of your stomach while Wild cringed and looked away. Suddenly he was very glad he didn’t let his curiosity get the better of him this time.

“Are you okay?”

You wiped your mouth with a leaf you plucked from the bush. “Yeah.”

“We should start moving. The others already have a pretty big head start on us.”

“They do?”

Finally, you had reached a town bordering a dense forest. Though no one had told you, logic dictated that the rest of the group had most likely made their way into town. You were about to do the same, but Wild came to an abrupt halt. When questioned, he simply took his dark cloak off and held it out towards you, earning a confused look in return.

“You should probably put this on.”

“Why?”

“It’s just… Your clothes are very different from ours - and likely from everyone in that town - so you might get stared at.”

Fair enough, you supposed. This was not worth starting an argument, anyway. You draped the cloth over you and attached the metal clasp over your collarbone, making sure to cover as much as you could. When you looked over to Wild for a sign of approval, he motioned with his hands. The message was clear: lift the hood, too.

“What, is my hair a problem?”

“No no no.” Wild quickly got defensive, though he just as quickly apologised that he should have been more clear. “It’s your ears.”

“What about them?”

“Everyone around here has ears like us. People might see yours and think some weird things. More so than because of your clothes.”

“Fine.” You sighed and muttered in annoyance, but still did as you were told. “Honestly, you might as well just ask me to stay out here.”

Once you passed your ‘appearance check,’ the two of you walked into town. It didn't take long to find the rest of the group, who had broken up into smaller teams to cover more ground in the town’s small market. It wasn’t nearly as busy or crowded as the markets you were used to, but it still had that general familiar feeling to it.

“Oh, there you two are!” Sky called over from one of the stalls, arm waving in the air.

Four, next to him, paused his bartering with the merchant to look over in your direction. “Hey, you made it.”

“Stocking up on supplies?”

“Yeah. Wars thought it might be a good idea since we likely won’t reach another town for a while.”

You took a good look at the vares being sold. Apples and dried meat (normal enough), a few bundles of arrows (maybe this town does a lot of hunting, given how dense and large the forest just outside is), and what seemed to be more arrows, but they looked different. Red, crystalline arrowheads in the shape of a candle flame. Decorative art pieces, perhaps?

“Hey, nice! They have Fire Arrows!” Wild turned to the merchant. “I’ll take your entire stock.”

“Fire Arrows?” That’s new. You thought to yourself.

And when Wild went to pay for his requested items, instead of bronze or silver coins, or even the golden Yuanbao you’ve seen, he instead handed over some colourful crystals. Given that the merchant accepted them without a care, it was safe to assume that this was their form of currency.

That would certainly explain some things. The bag of “reimbursements” you received from them earlier suddenly made a lot more sense. When you had first opened the bag earlier and saw those same gems, you couldn’t decide whether they were overcompensating you or if you had been suckered. However, with this interaction serving as proof, your doubts were beginning to fade.

“Ah, I just remembered.” Sky spoke up, turning to you. “Wars and Twilight were heading towards the clothing store. You might want to join them.”

He had a point. Bidding farewell to the three, you left in the pointed direction, soon seeing a little storefront leading into a house and two familiar faces inside. Though it seemed that your rather quiet arrival and abrupt greeting caused them to jump slightly in surprise.

“Oh sweet Hylia!”

“Jeez. We need to put a bell on you.” This comment got a nod from Wars.

You only hummed in acknowledgement, turning your attention to the clothing items on sale. They were very different from the ones back home, that’s for sure. The materials were much rougher and less breathable than the silks you were used to seeing in the rear palace. No one in a high position would be caught dead wearing this, not even the lower ranked concubines. But you were a servant, so you were used to this.

You looked over your small selection. You didn’t want to go for a full set, much less multiple, so you settled on new boots meant for walking (because your simple shoes would not cut it), a tunic to throw on top of your regular undershirt, and a pair of pants. Yes, this should do it.

“Let me.” Wars flashed you another sugary sweet smile - which you cringed at once more - and took out a small wallet.

He was about to hand it over to the shopkeep, but you interrupted, taking a similar pouch out of your basket. “It’s fine. I have my own money.”

Might as well. You were not about to fall into one one else’s debts. Least of all his.

Oh, right, you don’t know how much each of these was worth. Why does this place have to use such strange currency? It would be one thing if it was coins, even ones that weren’t made of precious metals, but gems, and all of them a different colour of the rainbow?

But when you thought back to when Wild bought those arrows, he used the purple ones. Those were probably the best bet. Fishing a few of them out, you handed them over to the shopkeep. In return he gave two blue “Rupees.”

Alright, so the blue ones are worth less than the purple ones. Good to know.

Thanks were given and your little team left to reconvene with everyone at the edge of town. It took a few more minutes for everyone to arrive, but eventually, every “team” was able to give a rundown of what they’ve been able to gather.

“We asked around, but no one’s seen any black-bloods.” There it was again, that term that you still had next to no knowledge of. Not that it was the only thing you knew very little about; you really should have a proper sit-down-and-talk moment with these people.

“Though, it seems like people have been going missing lately.” Time added onto Legend’s earlier statement. “Most believe they’ve gone into the woods and have been attacked or abducted there, but no one’s seen or heard anything amiss. No sign of a struggle anywhere. They just vanish without a sound.”

Creepy. You thought to yourself. Sounds like the beginning of a ghost story.

The rest of the group was rather intent on finding the missing villagers, leading to all of you heading into the woods to investigate and - possibly - conduct a rescue mission. Hmm. Maybe they weren’t such bad people as you initially thought.

It certainly was quiet. No birds singing, no bugs, no little animals scurrying in the grass and bushes, barely even a breeze. There was a sweet scent wafting through the air, helping you relax. Perhaps the flowers in this place must have much stronger scents than you were used to? You haven’t seen any flowers nearby, though. This was too dense of a forest for a flower field, even if it was starting to thin out.

You heard a yawn coming from beside you, spotting Wind covering his mouth. At least he had some manners drilled into him. “If something interesting doesn’t happen soon, I’m gonna fall asleep.”

“This day hasn’t been exciting for you?” You half-jokingly asked.

After thinking about it he let out a childish “nuh-uh.” Still acts like a kid, huh? “All we’ve done is walk and go shopping.”

“And picked up a new person.” You added on as if he had forgotten.

“Yeah, but we’ve already had that happen with each one of us joining. It’s kind of old news to be meeting new people.” Guess he had a point there. “Even thinking about that is making me tired.” After letting out an annoyed groan, as well as another yawn - which had, in turn, infected Sky with how contagious it was - Wind’s face turned to you with an expecting look. “Maybe if someone were to tell some cool stories about working as a poison tester, I wouldn’t be bored to sleep.”

“Why would you want to hear about me eating a bunch of food?”

“Come on.” He was practically whining. “There has to be one interesting thing that’s happened. The only time I get to hear anything about poisonings is when Rulie decides to cook.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad.” Said hero was quick to defend himself. “You’d know if you actually tried some.”

You saw multiple people’s faces cringe in response, clearly disagreeing. Okay, note to self: do not eat the traveller’s food. Still, you gave Wind’s request some thought. “I suppose some interesting things have happened at the rear palace, though not when I was testing for poison. There were a string of mysterious deaths that I was tasked with solving.”

This time it was the Captain who joined in the conversation. “No offence, but why you?”

“I suppose it was because I would initially be asked how the victim died, but then I’d end up uncovering the method of - sometimes - murder.” You explained. “Then that scenario would repeat; give or take a few differences depending on the case.”

“I think Sun would like your stories. She’s always liked mysteries.” Sky mused.

“Who?”

“Ah, right. You don’t know her.” Sky let out another yawn. “She’s a close friend of mine.” Honestly, he didn’t really know why he brought her up. Was he really so sleepy that his brain wasn’t working right? Why did he feel so tired, anyway? They haven’t been walking for that long. “Huh. That sweet smell is getting really strong-”

His train of thought was cut short, however, when his legs gave out. As soon as his head hit the soft, mossy dirt below, he fell asleep.

The sight was a surprise to see, to say the least. Immediately you clued in that something was definitely not right. Wait. Sweet smell? No signs of life in this large forest, not even any birds or bugs flying around? All the people who went missing in these woods… The fact that all of you have been feeling really tired, even more so as this sweet smell is getting stronger.

“Don’t breathe in! It’s some kind of sleeping gas!” Using your hand, you cover your mouth and nose, all the while coughing to try to get as much of the ‘poison’ out as possible.

“Yeah, yeah, just let me rest my eyes for a second. I’m too tired right now.” Wind curled up on the softest pile of dirt he could find, not even caring about anything anymore. This sentiment was quickly echoed by many others, who all seemed to forget the world around them in favour of taking an immediate nap.

First it was the tiny smith, then the traveller, the ranch hand, the cook, the veteran, the captain - all of them fell, much to your confusion and horror.

You scanned the area with your eyes, spotting something strange in the middle of the clearing that you all had arrived in: a giant plant creature resembling the carnivorous plants you’d seen in textbooks, spewing that same aroma from its mouth. Panic set in your mind.

Damn it. What should I do? I don’t know how to fight this thing and the others are all already asleep. Should you run and get help from the town? No, there was no guarantee that you’d even make it there, or that there would be any people capable enough to defeat this monster. And running away would just leave the others in danger of dying even faster.

Regardless, you had to act now. It was ‘do or die’ time and the clock was counting down fast. You dropped your basket onto the ground and pulled a cloth towel from there, tying the fabric around your mouth and nose as a makeshift gas mask. Realistically, it would buy you only a little bit of time, but it was certainly better than nothing.

“[Name].” Turning your attention elsewhere, you spotted Time about to fall to his knees. Rushing over, you used what little strength your body possessed to help him hold himself up.

“Look.” He pointed towards the plant, near the roots of which lay multiple people. Ones which you couldn’t tell whether they were dead or asleep. “Those must be the missing villagers. Get them and yourself out of here.”

Watching the monster eagerly snap its teeth laden jaws at you made your confidence waver. “Forget it. I can’t get near that thing without getting eaten. Besides, what about you?”

“I’ll handle it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! You can’t even stand upright!”

And that was the last of the conversation as Time’s body slumped against yours, and fell onto the ground as you could not hold him up anymore. No amount of shaking and/or shouting could get the others to wake up, either.

Heartbeat was on the rise, your mind swimming with questions, limbs shaking as you succumbed to your panic.

A vine grabbed you by the ankle and began dragging you towards the monster’s awaiting maw. Running on pure instinct, you grabbed Time’s sword and brought the blade down onto the appendage with much force and little grace, trying not to hit yourself in the process. The monster pulled its injured ‘limb’ back, screeching in - what you assumed to be - agony, while the severed part of the vine continued to wriggle around, something you were fast to remove from yourself, tossing it away with disgust.

But now that you held the sword in your hands you realised just how uncomfortable it felt. You also had no idea how to even use it, so it was hardly a good fit for you. You placed the sword back at Time’s side, eyes searching for something you could wield more easily.

But, realistically, what could you do?

You couldn’t do this alone. If you kept this up you’d die. Soon, the gas would overwhelm you and you’d fall asleep or get eaten. You’d never see your father or sisters or friends at the palace again, never do your job again, never test poisons again; lost in a strange, unfamiliar place that you had no knowledge of, not even sure if you could entirely trust the people around you. The thought was enough to get your eyes to sting with tears. You needed help. Someone, anyone, please help.

But help wasn’t coming, was it?

The monster moved in for the attack, no doubt trying to end you as quickly as possible for revenge. Unsure of what exactly to do, you grabbed the nearest object to protect yourself; a rock just slightly smaller than the palm of your hand. Mustering up all your strength you threw the stone as hard as you could, hoping that it would do at least something. The rock just barely grazed the monster’s sharp teeth, but the contact was still strong enough to cause sparks by the monster’s mouth, the gas around it lighting up for a split second.

Wait. Sparks?

The gas is flammable. Immediately, the gears in your head started to turn. You could use this to your advantage. Now if only you had a good enough source of fire. Spark rocks were out of the question; too unreliable, they weren’t guaranteed to set the gas alight, and even then you had to be very close, which could end with you getting eaten, getting gassed, or setting off an explosion that would hurt you too. You obviously couldn’t build a fire, as you lacked both time and materials.

Fire. Fire. Fire. How to get fire?

“They have Fire Arrows!” And as if by divine intervention, you recalled Wild’s words from earlier in the day.

Now, you were no expert in weaponry, much less that of the magical kind, but you sincerely hoped that the name was accurate to what you were imagining. Diving towards Wild, you grabbed a bow from his back and an arrow with a bright, red, flame-shaped tip from his quiver. You’d have to apologise for taking his things later, even if ‘later’ might be just a pipedream at this point.

Though your hands fumbled with the placement of the arrow - you were certain that if any of the heroes saw your form they’d lecture and scold you for doing it wrong - you gripped the bow tightly and pulled the string back as much as you could. As you lined up the shot, you began to feel lightheaded. The gas was starting to get to you, making you lose your vision and sense of balance. It was getting harder to breathe. Your chest felt tight against the bandages wrapped around your skin.

Come on, please. You prayed to whichever gods were looking over you. Be it the Jade Emperor, the Buddha, your ancestors, or any other higher power you were not familiar with; it did not matter, so long as your voice reached them.

You let the arrow go.

The red gleam of magic left a streak in the air through which it flew. You could hear the sizzling sound of a small, yet blazing hot fire, as if you had just lit the gunpowder trail leading to a powderkeg. An apt comparison, actually.

Yet as soon as your hopes were beginning to rise, they were dashed against the rocks. The arrow lost speed mid-air, causing it to fall and impale the ground beneath, only about halfway from its intended target. You cursed your lack of strength.

You were tired. Eyelids heavy, limbs even heavier, vision losing focus, your grip on the bow fell slack, sounds muffled, as if your ears were stuffed with cotton. No, it couldn’t end this way.

Before you could reach for another arrow, your body collapsed. Trying to get up was an unbelievably difficult fight, perhaps futile, but it was one you had to endure. Not just for the sake of your own survival, but everyone else’s.

The plant, noticing your struggle, sent more vines after you. They grabbed you by the arm and neck, dragging you along the dirt. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was its attempt to humiliate and demoralise you further by battering your already weary body.

Yet this action by a mindless beast gave you the opportunity you so desperately needed. While letting it yank you towards its awaiting maw, you grabbed onto the arrow that had pierced the dirt, pulling it from the earth as if it was a weed or a legendary weapon. You hoped that it still had some firepower left.

The sight of sharp, conical teeth was not enjoyable. Neither was the experience of being lifted into the air by the neck. Even with another vine restraining your arm, you used that hand to pull at the appendage around your throat, trying to give yourself just a little bit of breathing room. The monster placed its mouth right up to yours, releasing a large puff of gas at point blank range. You coughed and sputtered, however the cloth tied around your mouth and nose did little to stop the sweet smelling, but deadly toxin from entering your body.

Now was your last chance. If you failed this, it was over.

Releasing a loud warcry, done moreso to keep yourself awake and focused than to intimidate anyone, you raised your one free hand, the one holding the arrow, and jammed the thing right down the monster’s throat.

More gas was beginning to release, yet it reacted with the arrow’s tip, causing sparks. Then more. And even more. Until a chain reaction was set loose, the tiny sparks exploded into a fire. The monster, being literally burned from the inside out, released its deathly strong grip, letting you fall to the ground as it screeched in agony. More gas was released, which was then lit ablaze, spreading more along the monster’s trunk, vines, leaves and exposed roots, sealing its fate.

You struggled to roll yourself away from the quickly spreading inferno, trying to breathe for what felt like the first time. Your chest felt tighter than ever, like a lead weight was pressing in on all sides. Muscles and limbs begging, screaming for rest as you coughed out small puffs of smoke.

Sky yawned as he stretched his limbs. “Good nap.” Then the strong smell of smoke entered his nose, acting as effectively as a slap to the face for a wakeup call. “Fire!”

More people began to wake up, jumping to their feet at the sight. “Who started a forest fire?!”

“I swear it’s not my fault this time.” Wild looked at his bow on the ground next to him. That was not where he left it. Also, one of his newly bought Fire Arrows was gone. “... Probably.”

Four grabbed his attention. “Well, what are you waiting for? Help us get this under control before the whole forest becomes a literal hellscape!”

“R-right!” Scrambling to his feet, Wild set about extinguishing the fire.

Meanwhile, Time, having fully recovered just after, ran over to your unmoving body and pulled it away from the scene just before some burning vines could collapse on top of you. “[Name], are you alright?”

“I’m tired…” And just like that, you were out like a candle. It was honestly a miracle that you even made it this long.

“Is she going to be okay?” Hyrule asked, after having dumped the contents of his waterkin onto some remaining flames.

“Let her rest. Based on us waking up, she should sleep it off soon enough.” The older man replied, setting you down by a tree. “Besides, I think she’s earned a nap.”

“More than any of us, that’s for sure. Yeesh,” Warriors huffed as he looked over at the damage done to the clearing. How in the world could one girl, an apothecary from another world - one who obviously had no fighting skill to speak of - do this much to a monster of that calibre?

Four spoke up, also looking at the site. “You can say that again. We nearly got turned into plant fertiliser.” The smith then gave whatever remained of the plant’s head a good kick, causing it to crumble. Whether this was him letting off his frustrations or to make sure it was really, truly dead, didn’t really matter.

While the others were busy discussing the events that had taken place (at least, the parts that they witnessed), Hyrule took a few steps closer to their new sleeping companion.

He had noticed the red strangulation marks on your arm and neck. Clearly, that monster nearly succeeded in killing you. Though you didn’t show it, mostly because of how spent you were, you must have been terrified. And who could blame you? No weapons, no fighting experience, no backup because all of them - the heroes who were supposed to be fighting to save people - were useless on the ground, sleeping as if nothing was wrong. You noticed that something was wrong, you tried to warn them, you saved them. Saved them twice now.

“Is it a bad time to point out how she’s done more for us than we have for her?”

All eyes present turned to the traveller.

“I mean, she cured Warriors’ poisoning, gave us medicine and whatever info she had, and now she pulled all our butts from the fire again, even at the very real risk of her own life.” He paused. “I know we all have our suspicions and she has hers, but I don’t think she’s out to get us. If she did… If she was really sent by someone to take us out, wouldn’t she have simply left us back there? It would have been the perfect opportunity, wouldn’t it?”

“It’s still odd how she just so happened to get through a portal right after we met her.” Legend muttered. “She’s not a fighter, I know it, you know it, she knows it. She’s not a hero like us; she’s just a regular person.”

“The postman has followed us through them, hasn’t he?”

He had a point. Things didn’t seem to add up when they analysed their stance.

After giving it some thought, Time spoke up. “We’ll keep an eye on her for a while longer. There’s still a lot we don’t know for certain. But if she proves herself to be genuine in her desire to help, then we should let her.”

Never have you woken up feeling so tired. Even stretching felt like a chore.

“Good morning. You were out for a while, we even managed to set up a makeshift temporary camp.” Oh, you really did not want to deal with that flirty captain’s jokes. “Come on, I’m sure it’s not very comfortable down there.”

Lending you a hand, he helped you stand up and lead you to the middle of the aforementioned camp, where there was a small fire and a cooking pot filled with bubbling soup. But your limbs were still heavy, so you sat down on a felled log.

Wild handed you a bowl of hot food, which you graciously accepted.

Warriors took a seat next to you. “So, you killed your first monster. How do you feel?”

You let out a groan. “Like I was dropped down a cliff.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” He let out a chuckle in response. “All joking aside, you did good. Defeating a powerful monster like that all on your own, and with no prior fighting experience - I doubt you realise how impressive that really is.”

“I just got lucky.” You rubbed your neck, feeling how sore and painful it was. “Had I made one misstep or hesitated for one second, it would have been over.”

“That reminds me. How exactly did you beat it?”

“I noticed that the gas it breathed out was flammable.” You explained. “So I grabbed a Fire Arrow and used it to ignite the gas from the inside.” It was then when your face took on a ‘guilty’ look. “Sorry about taking your things without permission, by the way.”

“It’s fine.” Wild reassured you. “Those were meant for combat anyway. I’m just glad I decided to buy them.”

Silence returned to the makeshift camp, no one quite knowing what to say. You turned your gaze to the few unfamiliar bodies near where the remnants of the plant were crumbling into fine ash. “So… What do we do with them?”

“I suppose we should bring them back to the town.” Time suggested after some thought. “The locals will probably want to bury their loved ones instead of letting them rot here.”

Yes, that was probably the better option. They might not even believe you if you told them what happened and didn’t bring back any proof. You certainly wouldn’t.

After recovering some more, and having had some food, you were beginning to feel a lot better. The others had already begun to pack things up and prepare to leave. And that meant having to move the bodies.

“Oh man, this one’s heavy.” Hyrule huffed, trying to lift one of the corpses. “Apothecary, could you come help me?”

“Sorry, no can do.” You said, packing up your own things. “My Master has strictly forbidden me from touching corpses.”

Twilight butted in, almost effortlessly aiding Hyrule. “That right? Is it for some cultural reason?”

“... Yes.” In reality, it was due to something completely different.

“[Name], you must not come into contact with the bodies of the deceased. If you don’t stop now, you’ll get curious and soon you’ll be digging up graveyards for your experiments.” That’s what your father actually told you. Man, that lecture was a pain to sit through. Totally not because he had just the slightest bit of a point or anything. No, everyone knew that that would be the desecration of the dead, and therefore, wrong.

While the others were occupied, you moved closer to the ashen remains of the monster. It fascinated you. Never in your life have you thought you’d encounter anything like it, and you couldn’t help your curiosity. Nothing notable remained of the burned bits, but because it was an immoble plant, it had to have roots; roots that could not have been damaged, roots that you could study.

Digging a little under the dirt you found what you were looking for. Thick, sturdy roots untouched by flames. Perfect.

The ranch hand - distracted from his previous actions by the digging noises - came up to you. “What are you doing?”

“I figured that I should take some samples.” You asked for a knife and used it to cut yourself a piece of the plant’s root. “I could potentially make something with the sleeping toxin, like a gas bomb or maybe even an antidote.” Or maybe you could use it as incense, selling it as sleep medication for insomniacs or those who just want to relax. There were already so many options swirling in your head, making you giddy. Maybe you should take just a little more, in case you run out.

Twilight couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you eagerly weighing your choices, muttering to yourself about the possibilities. “You sure love your work, huh?”

“Yes I do.” You smiled to yourself with pride.

“Oh my gosh, this one’s still alive!” Wild shouted to no one in particular. All heads trend to him and the man who was being helped to stand up by the hero. “Are you hurt? How are you feeling?”

Both you and Twilight came to help, with Twilight holding the man up with Wild and you to conduct a physical examination. The man was certainly out of the loop, with his demeanour being that of a surly drunk, but he didn’t have any severe injuries. He must have been one of the more recent victims.

“Thank goodness.” You breathed out in relief. It was hardly more than a whisper, but still heard. To be more specific it was heard by Twilight, who most certainly took note of it.

After making sure that the one survivor was sober enough to walk, you all packed up your things and left the forest behind. The walk back to town did take a bit long, but seeing the man’s face light up at the sight of his home made it feel worth it.

The man was given back to his family, who were crying tears of joy, before all of you were questioned as to what happened and where everyone else was. It was then when you - or at least the people other than you, as you preferred not to take the spotlight - had no choice but to explain what happened, including the deaths of the other missing villagers. Though very obviously disheartened by the info given, they still thanked the group for helping get rid of the danger and for bringing at least one person back.

A few of the heroes awkwardly glanced back at you when they received the credit, but you shook your head. It was better this way. There are some things you can’t hold back. Curiosity, a thirst for knowledge… And just a smidgen of a sense of justice.

“Please, at least take shelter in the local inn before you go.” One of the villagers pleaded. “You can recuperate and clean yourself up.”

It was then when you finally noticed just how dirty you had gotten. Oh great. You just had a bath and now you had to take another. The offer was taken up. It would have been awkward if they hadn’t, even if sleep was the last thing on everyone’s minds.

The inn was rather nice, actually. It was similar to the ones back home, only a lot more modest, both in colour and decorations. But you liked the humble quaintness.

You ended up sharing a room, but you weren’t particularly bothered by the fact that it was with Wind. Sharing a room with someone else would have been a lot more awkward and less comfortable for you. Though you suspected that the young boy would be trying to keep you up later to hear more stories from you.

Finding the bathroom was easy and thankfully the innkeeper was more than happy to heat up the water for the bath you needed. You should enjoy this while you can. Given the group’s plans, you’d all be leaving the town tomorrow morning and travelling by foot hardly meant a lot of chances for hot baths. You sunk further into the tub, letting the steaming water sap your soreness away.

Though the water barely moved as you relaxed, your mind was active. There was no denying it anymore. You had to face the fact that you really were in another world now. You had your suspicions, but no matter how far fetched it sounded, it was the only explanation that made sense. This was no dream; the fight from before, as well as the injuries sustained from it - and the pain that accompanied them - were proof enough. You wondered how long it would take to get back home. The distance between seemed even farther than ever.

Once thoroughly clean again, you stepped out of the tub and examined yourself in the nearby mirror. Geez. That monster really got you good, given the large red mark wrapping all around your neck. You wouldn’t be shocked if it would leave bruises.

Oh. Your freckles were gone. Well, that shouldn’t be too surprising, I suppose. Dried clay does not do that well against hot water. You remembered that your makeup was in your basket back in your room. For once you were glad that Big Sister Meimei was so insistent on having you take some of her cosmetics with you before you left. They would help in concealing your injuries. Now that you thought about it, you should probably change your chest bindings, too.

Putting on your new set of clothes you peeked out from the bathroom, looking out for any passerbys. Could you make it to your room without anyone seeing you?

Well, no time like the present. Shutting the door behind you, you quickly shuffled your way down the hall towards your room. You were just about to go up the stairs when someone turned the corner and the two of you collided.

Damn it. You were sure that you didn’t see or hear anyone coming.

Thankfully, the other person caught you before you could hit the ground.

“Ah, sorry about that. Are you okay?”

Oh no. You recognised that voice. Opening your eyes you were met with not the usual armour, but a green tunic and a blue scarf.

For a moment, time seemed to stop.

“Who are you?”

I want you guys to know that this shit hurt me. I wanted to get this out way sooner, but I had like no idea what to do with it, then got a random burst of inspiration, it disappeared and left me with a chapter that was both too long and too short at the same time. Also I had to deal with my (upaid) internship stuff for like an entire month which really ate up my schedule and left me with very little inspiration.

If you know that one bit from the Great British Bake Off where the guy was like “started making it, had a breakdown, bon appetit” - that is me. That is how I felt writing this piece of shit chapter. I looked at the word count when I was only about halfway done and it was well over 4000 words and the final thing ended up being over 8000. I suffered for this, y’all better appreciate this istg.

Also, I wanted to make it clear that the sword that [Name] grabbed off of Time was his Gilded Sword, not the Biggoron Sword. She obviously would not be able to lift it, let alone swing it.

@rustic-lowborn I think you meant you wanted to be a part of the taglist for this fic, but let me know if you were talking about something else

#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #linked universe imagines #lu imagines #ta'stg #the apothecary's travel guide

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candy-ac3 · 10 months ago

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That moment where you’re legit sobbing over the first response you get in a character ai chat because it’s just a little to close to you’re relationship with your father and makes you realize that you may have a little bit of daddy issues

#it’s almost 2am and I’m legit sobbing #please send help #it’s a fucking Clark Kent ai to #like I know my dad loves me but we never do the stuff he promises #and it fucking sucks #like one year he was legit in jail for my birthday and promised he’d stop smoking #it’s been years and he still smokes #he promised that we’d go to Halloween horror nights since I gave up multiple parts of my vacation I was looking forward to #and nope never went #promised me to go to GameStop and buy me a game for my birthday #been a month later and you can see how that’s looking #idk maybe I’m asking for to much #I basically become numb to it now #making sure not to ask to much so I don’t get yelled at #but it still fucking hurts #idk if this is a vent or not #gonna be safe though #tw vent #small vent #idk man I’m probably being selfish and spoiled #my parents and sisters think I am #idk maybe I am and I’m just a master manipulator without wanting to be #maybe there’s something important that I’d not think is important that I’m leaving out #like it doesn’t happen all the time just most of the time when he promises something #and oh fuck I’m actually venting #sorry guys #darken talks #gonna end this before I start crying even harder

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crossbackpoke-check · 5 months ago

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Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

#bestie thank you so much for fact-checking me 🙏🙏🥰🥰 i love when y’all come in my inbox & answer the questions i yell into the void of my tag #we are Suffering about trevor TOGETHER in this house. if i scrolled all the way to the bottom of my drafts i think i could find even more #heartbreaking content from before The Trade but we don’t need to suffer that much otherwise the penguin cup of tea is really irish coffee #confirms ALL of my theories about miserable trevor leaning into mason for comfort because in some universes that’s THEIR boyfriend who left #liv in the replies #trevor zegras #mason mctavish #need to go lay on the floor about this one folks. do you think trevor said he would only do it if mason came if he could sit next to mason #right at the end where people were rushing out not stopping to talk tired by the end of the line and not even thinking just to guarantee he #wouldn’t get asked anything because he still has a hard time believing it’s real he keeps thinking jamie’ll be there especially w/his ankle #i’m sure he doesn’t have a great time with stairs so he probably will nap on the couch sometimes and that moment right when he first wakes #up to the bang of the door and he doesn’t quite know he’s awake yet and he thinks it’s jamie coming in? heartbreaker right there bud. sorry #ALSO because I can’t say it and leave it alone I almost put that last bit strictly in the tags but like. there’s gotta be some part of #trevor that knows it’s nothing to do with him but still naïvely believes that if he’d maybe been there if he hadn’t been injured things #could have worked out differently if he’d been there and it’s his fault his ankle broke and do you remember all the interviews jamie gave #about how you never think you’ll be traded and how strange it is to be moving and now i need you to take that naïveté times 1000 for trevor #who of course he never even pictures jamie leaving they were building the core together!!! why would they ever get rid of him!! and if only #trevor had been there to show how important jamie was. what would he have done? literally nothing but that does not stop the emotional guil #from enveloping trevor like a rain cloud and making him sit in mason’s apartment with ice cream bowl in hand. holistic treatment l

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soleilapproves · 4 months ago

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Play fighting with Boxer!Sukuna

Note: Reader is referred to as girlfriend at one point.

Masterlist

“Babe.”

“Not right now.”

“Babe.”

“Sukuna, I promise I’ll be done with this book soon.”

He huffed and fell back onto the couch. He had been trying to get your attention for the past 30 minutes but you were adamant on finishing your book. This is all the fault of that damn community book club your coworker recommended you join. Now whenever, you’re off work and Sukuna doesn’t have to train, you’re reading. Usually the two of you spent almost all your spare time together but now you spent half of it reading your newest book for your weekly discussion. You always did your best to spoil him with kisses and cuddles but it was never enough.

Book club be damned, he needed you to be superglued to his side every single second.

“My girlfriend has a side man and he’s made of paper,” he huffed to himself as he watched you intently read. What was so great about your book anyway? Was it worth ignoring your gorgeous (and shirtless) boyfriend? He even had a tattoo of your name on his left pec and you were still choosing to smother a book with your attention.

Sukuna’s wallowing turned him creative- he stood in front of you, trying to make sure your guard was down. You didn’t look up which meant that you were still engrossed in your book. His hand swooped in and swiftly snatched the book from you. “Sukuna,” you groaned. “Give it back, I was at a good part.” You got up to grab it from him but he raised it above his head. “Kiss me.” You glared at him and gave him a quick peck on his lips. “Done, now give it.”

“No,” he nonchalantly replied. “But I kissed you.” You wondered why he was being particularly irritating today.

“That was me begging for a morsel of your attention. Now cuddle me if you want it,” he said and cheekily smirked.

You ignored him and hopped trying to get your book. Sukuna simply dodged your sad attempts and laughed every time you missed. “I don’t even know why you’re trying.” You gave him a pointed look at his comment.

“Okay, fine, you can have your book if you beat me in a fight.”

“What? That makes no sense.” You couldn’t believe this man. “It seems like a fair challenge to me,” he said as he walked to a particularly high shelf and placed your book on top of it. “You know I can just use my stepping stool for that, right?” you said before scoffing at him.

“Then it’s a good thing I hid it.” His sarcastic smile was now pissing you off. “But you literally fight for a living. You have the upper hand.”

“I’m in love with you. Use that as a distraction. Come on, let’s go to the ring.” You were speechless as he dragged you to the fighting “ring” (also known as your bedroom).

Since you had a smaller frame than him, he agreed to let you have the first hit. You sighed and braced yourself. You didn’t have much of a strategy except for charging at him with such a high speed that he’d fall on the bed and would accept defeat.

But as soon as you were in close distance, he caught both your arms, turned you around and threw you on the bed. He didn’t give you a second to get up before he straddled you. “Haha!” he exclaimed. Seeing you all riled up underneath him was a sight he was used to but it never failed to awe him.

“Feels familiar, doesn’t it?” he asked as he began to lower himself to face you. “This is so unfair! You’re like 200 pounds, I can’t even move you,” you said as you tried to push him off. Sukuna grabbed your hands that were fighting him and he playfully wrestled them. Who knows what would’ve happened if he used his real strength.

Thank goodness for your quick thinking because you remembered that Sukuna was extremely ticklish so you pulled your hand out of his grasp with all the strength you could muster up and started poking his sides. “Babe!” he yelled before toppling over to his side. It was your turn to straddle him and before you could pin his arms beside his head, he caught yours and pulled you down to him. He wrapped his muscular arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. Your cheeks were mushed against the very tattoo of your name.

You were literally stuck in one position. The more you tried to move the tighter he’d hold you. “Sukuna, you cheater. Why do I always do this to myself?” You sighed, accepting defeat.

Sukuna kissed your forehead and laid you both on your sides, still not letting you go. “Sweet, sweet victory,” he whispered to himself.

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I need to be (lovingly) smothered by a beefy nerd. Someone like Clark Kent.

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ode2rin · 10 months ago

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new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior.

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself.

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any.

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that.

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!”

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting.

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.”

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind.

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit.

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for.

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you.

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim.

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

#☁️ my ode to you #i have more drabbles like this i am fucking insane about him #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi

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moonstruckme · 4 months ago

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Hi!! Could you please write something for Spencer where r is used to men being like really loud and rough and all that (maybe bc of her father or smth) and just her getting used to how gentle Spencer is and almost thinking it’s too good to be true?

Thank you for requesting angel <3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 905 words

It happens when you’re still half asleep. You fumble for your phone on Spencer’s nightstand, your alarm chiming, and knock a picture frame off instead. You’re fully awake by the time you hear the sound of glass shattering against the floor.

You mumble a curse. Spencer hums questioningly into his pillow.

You get down from the bed, managing to step over the glass, but you’re not thinking clearly enough. When you sink onto your knees, little shards prick the skin. You pick the frame up carefully. It’s a picture of Spencer and his mom. An old one, of her chasing a three or four-year-old Spencer around someone’s yard. They’re both laughing, her arms outstretched towards him and his face turning to look over his shoulder. It’s obviously a sentimental photo.

Your cursing intensifies, though you keep it internal now. You feel awful.

Spencer’s head appears over the edge of the bed as you’re scraping the glass into a pile. His eyes are half-open, expression still weighted with drowsiness.

“What happened?” he asks.

There’s no accusation in his tone, but you feel suddenly teary. You haven’t fought with Spencer yet, and you weren’t expecting to be yelled at first thing this morning. You suppose you’ve earned it, though.

“Spence, I’m so sorry.”

“What are you doing?”

“I—I knocked over your picture. The frame broke. I feel awful, I’ll get you a new one o—or I can replace the glass if the frame is important to you.”

“What?” Spencer blinks, brows furrowed as though he’s having trouble grasping this. “No, it’s—stop. Don’t do that.”

You still, looking up at him hesitantly with your hands cupped around the glass pile. “What do you want me to do?”

“You can’t clean glass up with your hands.” He shuffles his way out from under the covers, taking a big step over the class to stand behind you. His hands wrap around your elbows. “Get away from there.”

His tone conveys some upset, but not nearly as much as you were prepared for. And his grip on your arms is gentle. You can’t make sense of it.

You let him guide you into the bathroom, sitting up on the counter when he prompts you. Spencer takes your hands in his, looking them over and brushing his fingers lightly across your palms before determining there’s no glass in them. His eyes skim you over. When they land on your knees, his expression pinches.

“Why did you do this?” You expect him to grasp your knee roughly, but his fingers wrap around it with care, thumb rubbing over the soft underside as though to soothe you.

“I wasn’t thinking,” you say softly. “I feel so bad about the picture with your mom, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Spencer sounds surprised. His eyes flit up to yours, soft brown, curious. “I can get a new frame. You didn’t need to hurt yourself.”

“Well, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Your voice drops to a murmur as Spencer bends down, opening a drawer to take out first aid supplies.

He pulls each tiny piece of glass from your knees with heart-aching care. One hand stays on the back of whichever knee he’s working on, to steady him and to comfort you, and it’s a slow, attentive, tender process. Gradually, a realization seeps into you.

Spencer isn’t going to blow up at you. Maybe someday, but not about this, not over just anything. You’re not sure how you could have been so expectant of someone who’s been nothing but kind and gentle with you turning harsh and forceful at the first upset.

You don’t even wince as Spencer cleans up your knees. He’s careful to give you no reason to, every touch considerate and sweet. He straightens after smoothing bandages over the cuts, still holding your lower thighs in his hands.

“That wasn’t a very nice way to wake up,” he says. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, but you hold your arms out for a hug anyway.

Spencer’s happy to oblige you, his hips fitting between your legs and palms sliding across your back. He smells like sleep. You hook your chin over his shoulder, contentment filling your belly like warm honey.

“You seemed upset,” he murmurs, a question if you choose to answer it.

“I was nervous,” you admit. “I thought you’d be mad.”

“For knocking the frame over?”

“Mhm. I still feel really bad.”

Spencer draws a line between your shoulders. “Don’t feel bad. You didn’t do it on purpose.”

You hum. “You’re a lot less loud than most guys, do you know that?”

He pauses. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No.” You pull away from him, cradling his face in your hand. “I’m just not used to it, is all. I keep expecting you to yell at me, but that doesn’t seem like it’s really your thing.”

“I guess I don’t think of it as my thing,” Spencer agrees, mouth curving as he repeats your words. “My mom says I was always a quiet kid. I guess I just never thought yelling would get me anywhere.”

“Don’t start.” You grin, and his cheek dimples under your palm. “I like you like this.”

“Okay, I’ll try not to.” He tilts his face into your touch. His hands drop back to your knees, skimming down the unharmed sides next to the bandages. “And you shouldn’t get angry at yourself on my behalf anymore, either.”

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ohmybueckers · 2 months ago

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𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴: 𝘱.𝘣 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: you and paige make a bet to see who can go the longest without initiating sex. much to both of your displeasure, neither one of you are willing to go down without a fight themes/warnings: smut with very little plot, fingering (r receiving), oral (p receiving), strap-on use, exhibitionism if your squint (not really though just adding it to be safe), sexting, breeding kink (sort of) word count: 5.6k note: yes i wrote and proofread this in less than 24 hours. no, the timeline of this story does not make much sense with actual UCONN schedules. please suspend ur disbelief there, this is basically just filth xoxoxo enjoy

It all started on a Friday night in Paige’s apartment. The two of you laid on top of her comforter browsing places for a potential upcoming weekend trip. Dating one of the most prominent players in women’s college basketball was not for the weak, with the two of you often having to piece your busy schedules together like a puzzle to find enough time for a simple dinner or even time to coexist together. But occasionally, the universe (or Geno) granted you a gift in the form of time off for Paige. This meant you were able to disappear off to a romantic getaway with your girl for a bit. If you two could pick a place, that is.

“We could go to Miami?” You suggested, reading off a list on your phone. Paige leaned in to look, lightly tapping the side of your head with hers. Her arm rested around your shoulders, her hand drawing circles on your arm every once in a while. Her limb had fallen asleep about 10 minutes prior, but she would never tell you that.

“Don’t we wanna go somewhere a little more romantic?” Paige questioned, a point you failed to consider. “Plus you know I’m gonna get sunburnt on the first day.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re sunburnt.” You giggled in response, remembering the various vacation photos you’ve received over the years with Paige’s skin in ranging shades of red. Apparently, she didn’t seem to think so, as she looked at you pointedly with an eyebrow raised. You huffed, “Fine, what are your ideas.”

As Paige moves to unlock her phone, the two of you are interrupted by a sharp soundcoming from outside of her room. Paige’s face shifted to confusion at the same time as yours, the two of you sitting up on the bed as if that would help you detect the sound faster. Just as you were about to ask if Allie or Jana had decided to rearrange the furniture, you heard a clearer sound: high pitched moans, followed by a series of bang, bang, bang. You watched your girlfriend realize at the same time that these sounds were most certainly coming from the apartment above hers, sending you both into a fit of roaring laughter.

“Oh my God.” Paige chokes, throwing her head back and grabbing your arm to stabilize herself.

“I really hope we’re not that loud.” You cracked a joke, not expecting anything of it. That is until Paige looks at you in a way that screams “you can’t be serious” and you can feel your heart drop. “Paige, why are you looking at me like that?”

Paige bit her lip, nodding a few times for courage before saying, “Jana said she’s definitely heard us a few times.”

You groan loudly, flopping on the bed once more. “Kill me,” you plead, voice muffled by the pillows.

“I like the noises you make.” Your girlfriend comforts you between her laughs, rubbing your back. You stand, feeling as though pacing in her room will help work off some of the complete and utter embarrassment you were feeling right now. Sure, you knew you and Paige weren’t exactly the quietest. But receiving confirmation that others had heard you in your most vulnerable state was humbling to say the least.

“It’s not my fault I’m dating the horniest girl on the planet,” you quipped in an effort to make yourself feel better. You watch as your girlfriends jaw drops, her head cocking to the side.

“Woah,” she all but yells, her head shaking. “I’m the horny one?”

Her expression is so comical, with her eyes practically bulging out of her head, you can’t hep but crack a smile as you defend your position. “You initiate constantly.”

“You initiate just as much as I do! Plus all those photos you send me on away games.”

You blush, remembering all the nights alone where the bed seems just a little too cold without your tall blonde girlfriend by your side. Nights where you open the drawer of various lingerie you and/or Paige had picked out throughout the years. It was a winning move all around: you got to feel sexy with every snap you sent to Paige, both of you got off to it, and it usually meant that your sex after she returned was even better. “Yeah, because I know you like them.”

“There’s no way I’m hornier than you, bro.” She throws her hands up. To be fair, as you watch her sit on her bed legs spread apart, donning a grey Nike hoodie and black sweats, you think she may have a point. This doesn’t stop an idea from popping in your head.

You sauntered over to her, legs straddling one of hers as she looked at you curiously. You sat yourself down, hands reaching under the hoodie and lightly tracing at bare skin. “Okay, prove it.”

“Huh?” She asked, her voice gravelly. I got the advantage already, you think to yourself mischievously.

“First person to initiate sex loses.” You propose, expecting an absolutely not from her. To your surprise, she seems even more intrigued.

“Ok, what does the winner get?”

You think for a moment. “Bragging rights,” you decide, adding. “and the choice of movie on movie night for the next month.” Though you both cherish your movie nights when you’re able to sneak them into the week, trying to agree on a movie is a battle.

“Deal,” Paige sticks her hand out, acting like some sort of businessman. You play along, accepting her firm grip, which she used to pull you in closer, her gaze still roaming your body. “and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

Her head moved closer and closer. You could feel her breath on your skin, sending goosebumps up your arm. She peppered a few light kisses on the back of your ear before whispering, “I think we both know who’s going to win this, baby.”

Two days after the bet

This may be the worst idea you’ve ever had.

In the hours after you first proposed this little competition, the rules as to what counted as initiating became more explicit. Kissing, grinding, and the like were all okay as long as third base was not crossed. Should be easy enough, you thought, recognizing that you could do a majority of your favorite acts of intimacy without forfeiting.

What you failed to consider is just how much more appealing sex was when you knew you couldn’t have it. Little things from seeing a sliver of Paige’s toned torso as her shirt rode up reaching for the top shelf to how her hair got wavy after she had taken a post-practice shower got a reaction out of you these days . You were going insane, and yet your girlfriend appeared to be cool and collected. You truly should have expected this. There was no universe where Paige Bueckers wouldn’t be competitive, even over some dumb shit like this.

So when you woke up in her bed, approximately 30 minutes before her alarm to get ready for the bus taking her to a game in New York, you planned to change that. Gently loosening the grip she had around you, you reach you head up to pepper kisses on her cheeks, watching her stir before blinking her eyes open. Once they are able to somewhat focus on you, she offers a tired smile. “Mmmm, good morning to you too.”

Her hand cups your face, connecting you in a sweet kiss. You got her exactly where you want her. You let yourself melt into the kiss for just a moment before swinging a leg around to straddle her. Though the blonde was never much of a morning person, she suddenly seemed a lot more awake. Reaching for the bottom of Paige’s crewneck that you borrowed (stole), you pulled it over your head before throwing it to the ground with the rest of Paige’s clothes. This action sent Paige’s line of vision straight to your breasts, which you kneaded in your hands as you lightly ground down on her pajama covered crotch.

“Shit, Y/N,” She was seemingly mesmerized, unable to resist and you lean down and capture her lips once more, both of you a lot needier than before. Her tongue slips in, and it takes everything in you to pull away long enough to nibble at her ear.

“We got time before you have to make your bus.”

Her hands reach around to feel your waist, before coming back around to cup your tits. “Oh really?”

You nod, humming as you feel your victory is imminent. “You gonna give in, Bueckers?”

“Oh hell no,” her eyes widen, her movement in her hands stopping abruptly before removing contact entirely, a move you were less than pleased by. Still on top of her, you raise your eyebrows, an action which she returns. “What, you seriously thought I was gonna lose from that?”

Damn, she really didn’t have to be that harsh. “Ouch.”

Her laughter comes to a halt, her expression softening as she brushes your hair out of your face. “You were so sexy, you always are.” She gushes. “But I told you; if anyone here is losing this challenge, it’s you.”

You whip your leg back around, moving to a standing position and grabbing the discarded crewneck before throwing it back on. “Whatever,” you sulk.

“It’s a shame, too.” Paige follows your lead, moving to a standing position and grabbing your waist, making it abundantly clear just how much taller she is. She puts a finger under your chin, lifting so you’re forced to make eye contact. “I was getting real excited about being inside you.”

You have to physically hold yourself back from shivering at the comment, not wanting to show Paige just how much pressure was between your legs. “Go pack,” you crack a small smile, gesturing to her almost empty duffle.

Six days after the bet

Paige was off at an away game, this time much farther than just a state away. This required her to spend two nights away from Storrs, making the challenge just a little bit easier. Sure, you missed your girlfriend. But considering the circumstances it was nice to not have such a close reminder of how much you wanted to jump her bones.

You kept yourself busy the days she was gone with classes, extracurriculars, and time spent with friends at the student union. By the time you got back to your apartment the second night she was gone, you were completely wiped out, midterm week beginning to take a toll on you. Upon checking your notifications waiting for you while your phone was on do not disturb, you spot a snapchat notification from Paige. Sitting on your bed, you open it.

She’s sat in what appears to be her hotel room, snapback hat covering the top of her head. Her tongue is all the way out, paired with the caption “Miss you my sweet girl. Can’t wait for munch madness.”

While on any other day you would only be hyper focused on the pure absurdity of the photo, her tongue and the implications in the message had a downright embarrassing effect on you. Preparing to send back a more normal photo, your eyes make contact with the top drawer of your dresser, reserved for very specific articles of clothing. Two could play at that game.

Your red set had always been her favorite. You bought it at a smaller boutique towards the beginning of your relationship. Paige went so feral over how it hugged and accentuated every curve of yours the first night you wore it. You brought this set out on rare occasions, but figured this was enough of a reason to dust it off.

You knew exactly what angles she liked, showing off your body while disguising your face just enough to feel comfortable sending it. So when Paige sent back a chat which read "You’re gonna be the death of me,” you relished in the small victory you reached over her.

What are you thinking about? You send back, which Paige reads immediately.

How good you’d look sucking my cock in that, pretty girl.

The message nearly makes you choke on your own spit. It wasn’t every day that Paige brought out the strap. Many days, the two of you preferred intimacy just before bed, with Paige trailing her fingers under your pajama pants and you eating her out under the covers. But in some occasions, whether it be moments after a win or other times Paige was feeling particularly cocky, best believe she was ready to have you bent over seven different ways.

Want it so bad. You almost cringe at just how desperate you sound, but who could blame you?

Paige’s bitmoji popped up and down a few times, pondering before sending; Going to bed soon. See you tomorrow ;)

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you groan as your head hits your pillow. If you couldn’t have the real thing right now, you would at least settle for Paige talking (texting?) you through an orgasm. More frustrated than when you started, you reach a hand into your lace underwear, seemingly gone to waste.

And when Paige returns the next day and is able to stray from touching you outside of a quick makeout session, you wonder whether or not this bet was even worth it - you would be perfectly fine sitting through Disney movies for the next month if it meant your girlfriend could at least fuck you afterwards. But more than anything, you were still playing for your pride. After all, you knew this was the kind of shit that Paige would never let you forget.

Two weeks after the bet

After your failed seduction via Snapchat, you ruled it wasn’t worth it to try to get Paige to fold, and that your energy was much better used in not getting yourself to give in. Thankfully, your girlfriend had been booked and busy with two more games, one of which was a home game you attended. When it got to the point where Paige’s arguments with the refs were beginning to turn you on instead of simply make you laugh, you knew you were in deep, deep shit.

There were very, very few times you were forced to resort to masturbation typically, Not that there was any shame in it, its just that you always had Paige to help you out. Even if her schedule forced you to wait a few extra hours or even a day to get your release, it was a negotiation you were willing to take. Even though you knew your own body and what you liked, Paige seemed to have your body memorized, knowing just how much pressure to put on your clit and the precise second to speed up. Masturbation was essentially reserved for when Paige was physically not in the same state, and even then she helped where she could (as was to your detriment last week).

However with Paige gone at a practice on a Friday night and your friends all refusing to go out in the pouring rain, you were left alone in your one bedroom apartment and bored. That combined with the arousal that had been pooling inside you for weeks now was a lethal combination.

You tried to starve it off, you really did. You left the door unlocked for Paige later, just in case practice got off on time (it nearly never did) and she had time to swing by your place. A little part of you hoped she would break tonight, give you exactly what you needed. But at this point, the chances of that happening were sounding less and less likely, even to the most delusional section of your mind.

So you spent your night eating leftovers and binge watching your current Netflix fixation, trying to ignore how you would much rather be spending your night. Your legs rub together in your bed, soft and smooth from your nighttime shower routine. Pressing your thighs together, you sigh, unable to resist. Fuck it.

After shutting your laptop and placing it on your bedside table, you remove your pajama pants, tossing them to the floor. You could feel yourself dripping even from outside your underwear, breaking any last reservations you had on indulging in self pleasure. Reaching in, you put pressure on your clit, immediately melting into the touch.

Unknown to you, practice for UConn didn’t get out on time this night - it got out early, an uncharacteristic move for Geno who felt that the players would be better off resting their bodies before their upcoming games after a long week of practice than another hour of running the same drills. Though normally Paige would use this extra time to go to Ted’s with the rest of the team, she was more than happy to return home to you - even if this stupid bet was still going on.

The truth is, Paige had been just as wound up all week. If the two of you weren’t equally as competitive, she likely would have forfeited in the first three days. Honestly, its not like she would necessarily disagree that she was the hornier one out of the two of you - I mean, anyone who saw you would be. It was the definitiveness in your voice that got to her. She always loved proving people wrong.

She knew your door was unlocked, but gave it a light tap just to notify you of her presence. Normally this would prompt a “come in” or “it’s open”, but this time she was met with nothing except for the muffled sounds of your neighbors pregaming. Curious, she opened the door, walking into your living room with a call, “babe?”

Though you heard her, your brain was slow to process, too focused on the sweet relief you were getting. As you heard footsteps pad towards your room, you finally developed enough sense to slow your breathing, about to will yourself to remove your hand when the door swung open, all six feet of your sweaty, rain soaked girlfriend standing in the arch.

For a beat, the two of you looked at each other like deer in headlights, your hand still in your panties and her jaw on the floor She noticed the same moment you did, her eyes trailing as you quickly removed the digits.

Paige slowly set her backpack on the floor, blue eyes still never leaving you. Her gaze was filled with something you couldn’t quite detect - was it anger? She made a slow stride over to you, her hands shoved in her pockets, and you realize just how dilated her pupils had become. Nope, definitely not anger. More like pure arousal, mixed with admiration.

“Keep going,” Her voice is low, accent thick. You want to question it, but she adds on a,“Please.”

Shocked yet intrigued, you slowly trail your hand back down, tracing your nipple and lightly kneading the soft tissue of your breast. Paige licked her lips, watching the show you were putting on intently. Her pupils dilated as you finally make your way to your cotton panties, hooking your fingers under the sides and pulling them down just enough to give yourself more mobility and add more visual appeal for Paige. Paige hardly had time to be embarrassed by how much of an effect your wet pussy had on her after a two week drought, not when you immediately sunk a finger in while maintaining your hungry stare on her.

There was a beat of silence, the only sound in the room being the faint suction of your core gratefully accepting the relief from your middle finger. You don’t know whether it was the fact that you hadn’t cum with your girlfriend in weeks, or the fact that she was staring at you hungrily, but you couldn’t hold back the moan that raged through you, ending in a sharp whine. Paige inhaled, her eyes shutting as if she couldn’t bare to look. Exhale. Then, the silence was broken.

“Fuck it.”

You hardly had time to blink before she was on you, a hand reaching down and borderline yanking your hand away from your clit, replacing it with hers. The other hand reached for your face, connecting your lips as her fingers began making messy circles.

You melted into the kiss, thankful for the way it muffled your moans as Paige slipped a finger in, still paying good attention to your puffy clit. Your legs began to tighten, and you could almost cry because of how overwhelming it all was. You never thought just fourteen days without sex would do such a number on you, as you and Paige has certainly gone longer, but the fact that it was forbidden combined with the knowledge that you got her to snap like she did caused a rush of warmth to your core.

“You feel so good.” Paige’s voice comes out muffled by your lips, her breath labored. You love when she does this, riling herself up just by getting you off. “Missed this pussy so much.”

“Paige, please,” you don’t quite know what you are begging for, but the pure desperation in Paige’s voice has done a number on you. After over a week of feeling like the needy one, the way Paige is fucking you now is nothing short of satisfying and you need more. “Need you so bad.”

“I know, I know.” She whines, her face hiding in the crook of your neck. She was convinced if she took one look at you while you were asking (no, begging) her for more, she wouldn’t be able to hold back from cumming in her pants. Between sloppy kisses to soft skin, she babbles, “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise. Gonna make you cum.”

That was Paige in a nutshell. No matter how tired she was, or how much the ache between her legs begged for her attention, she put your orgasm before hers always. She paid attention to the way your breath quickened, your legs becoming impossibly stiff, and she whispered, “You close?”

All you could do was nod, so focused on your release that forming coherent sentences was not in the cards for you at the moment. “Go ahead, wanna feel it.”

Your release rushed through you, warm and all encompassing, and it took all your strength to remain somewhat quiet as you exhaled through it, your moans coming out more as whines if anything. As your breath steadied, Paige’s mouth returned to yours, this time more sweet as she brought you back down.

In your post-orgasm glow, you widen your eyes just enough to look at your girlfriend, the front tendrils of her hair damp from both sweat and the storm outside. A blush floods her face as she grins at you, prompting you to pull her down for a kiss.

“Wanna use my mouth on you, that okay?”

Paige nods, her eyes wide and breath labored from the performance she just gave to you. The two of you switch positions, her laying down on your pillows while you crawled over her, moving down her body. Though you wanted nothing more that for her to just sit back and relax as you showed her just how grateful you were for her, she did aid you in removing her drenched hoodie, the two of you laughing as it momentarily got stuck on her head (in any other circumstance you would scold her for laying in your bed with wet clothes, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment).

You kiss down her torso, watching her toned core flex in reaction as she inhales sharply. Her hands reach down to your shoulders, and you know exactly what she wants - she would just never outright ask. Looking up, eyes wide, you smile sweetly. “Grab my hair, baby.”

She sighs, fingers interwoven in your hair as you make work on her pants, pulling them down along with the boxers you love so much. You press gentle kisses to her inner thighs, ignoring the area begging for your attention until Paige huffs, “please, waited long enough. Want you so bad. Need you so bad.”

You bite back a grin, loving just how vocal your girlfriend gets. Giving in, you press a gentle lick to your girlfriends core, feeling her thighs tense in reaction, before giving her all of you and finding her waiting clit.

“There you go, good girl. Oh fuck,” She melts into your bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she’s overwhelmed by the sensation. Unlike you, who at least got the opportunity to indulge in self-pleasure, she never had the time, either spending her nights with you, in a hotel room with her teammates, or too tired after a long day of practice. Wanting to make the most of your handiwork, she moved one hand to the side of your face. “Look at me”

Still sucking at her clit, you lift your head slightly, and she cries out as she sees just how drunk off of her you look, doe eyes watering as you lap her up. It’s all just too much for the blonde as she struggles to maintain her breathing, feeling familiar sensations way quicker than she normally should.

“I’m close… I’m gonna cum… fuck.” The words tumbled out of Paige’s mouth in quick succession, as if she severely underestimated just how quick she was to tipping over the edge. With a groan, her grip on the back of your head tightened as she met her release, your tongue lapping it up like it was your last meal.

You wait until she rides out her orgasm before crawling back up, her hands meeting your waist to help. You collapse next to her, head raising just in time to meet her waiting lips.

“Love the way you taste,” you hum in satisfaction, prompting a smile from your girlfriend. You lived for the come down after sex, where it felt like it was just you and Paige alone on this earth, nothing and nobody else to worry about. She rubbed at your back, and you get so wrapped up in the domesticity of it all you almost miss the next words out of her mouth.

“You got one more in you, baby?”

“What?” You croak, looking at her as if you must have misheard. You thought the two of you were on the same page, having cum so hard you couldn’t imagine having space for anything more than passing out next to her.

That is until Paige finds enough energy and strength in her legs to stand, backing up towards your dresser while still facing you with a smirk on her face. “You didn’t think I was joking when I was telling you how bad I want you to suck me off, did you?”

Fuck. Though you were tired before (and still are), you can’t deny the way warmth floods south, already wound up again after hearing the sounds Paige made as she released. You nod, and Paige opens the top drawer.

In this moment especially, you’re grateful for Paige’s idea to get two straps, one for each of your apartments. “More convenient that way,” she had said with a wink. Paige adjusted the harness to herself, her movements only faltering for a moment when she noticed you drop to your knees, Calvin Klein bralette still on.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop, right sweet girl?” Her thumb traces your cheek sweetly. You nodded, having done this just enough times to establish a gesture (three taps on Paige’s inner thigh) to indicate you needed a rest. You’ve never had to use it - Paige just absolutely refused to put herself in a position where she could hurt her sweet girl without safety measures.

You inch closer, offering gentle kitten licks to the tip of the dildo before opening your mouth to let it rest on your tongue. Paige, gentle yet firm, pushes you down a little further, and you inhale through your nose praying that you don’t gag so early on. Your thumb is caught in a fist on your non dominant hand, the other one wrapping around the remainder of the strap as you bob up and down.

“Fuck, thats it.” Paige groans as the back of your throat betrays you, resulting in a choking sound and a pool of saliva on the toy. When your eyes meet hers, watery yet determined, she sighs. “You look so beautiful like this.”

You remove your lips with a pop, gaze never wavering. “Need to be inside you, please.”

Paige, never one to deny your request, aided you in a standing position, hands at your waist as she backed you towards your bed, until the two of you were forced to crawl on top. Biting her bottom lip, she circles your core a few times before allowing herself to sink in, and both of you gasp at the intrusion as if the dick was truly a part of her.

“So big… you’re so big.” You whimpered as she began plowing into you, lifting one of your legs to where your knee was nearly to your chest. The sounds your pussy made as it gripped Paige’s cock were sinful, prompting a smirk from the girl above you.

“So scared of people hearing huh? Why’s this pussy screaming for me then?” Paige taunted, watching the purple dildo slip in and out. The room filled with slapping of skin and Paige’s cock genuinely swimming inside you - you can’t remember the last time you felt (or sounded) like this.

“Such a fucking tease all week, winding me up so bad.” Paige continued, her voice gravelly as she watched your tits bounce up and down with each thrust. Licking her lips, she added, “Just needed a good fuck, didn’t you?”

Your eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of the strap stretching you out. She was consuming all of you, from your pussy to your mind, and you forgot to respond until her hand grabbed your waist, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough pressure to snap your attention back towards her. “Words, sweet girl. I know you know how to use them.”

“Paige, please. Wanna feel you in me,” Your words come out as broken sobs as she stilled herself, reaching down to play with your overstimulated clit just to feel something. You feel Paige offer a shallow thrust, but it isn’t good enough, you want more. Observing the way her brows furrowed in a last attempt to maintain control, you pout. “Wanna feel you cum inside me.”

You didn’t fully understand the grip those six words would have on her, not until in what felt like one movement she flipped you around, your knees planted on the bed and back arched as she entered you once more, both of you moaning at the contact as she drove into you like it was her mission. All of your senses were overwhelmed; your ears filled with the sound of your ass pushing back against the strap only to bounce back, mixed with Paige’s stuttering breath. Your head pressed close to the pillow, giving easy access to smell your freshly washed sheets. Turning your head to the side to breath, you could see your full length mirror capture the point where you and Paige met, the sight bringing you to the edge.

You’re sure two weeks ago you would have been utterly humiliated at the cry that leaves your mouth as your orgasm washes over you, but when mixed with Paige’s groans of “fuck”, you couldn’t give less of a shit if your neighbors heard. By now, they definitely knew Paige’s name.

Paige collapsed on you, strap still inside your spent core until she musters enough strength to roll over to her side. The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, unsure of the last time you had gone that hard. Finally, still covering the top of her face with her arms, Paige breaks into a chuckle, which I catch.

“Holy shit.”

“Don’t say it.” She says, her voice deadpan. I take one look at her flushed cheeks, hair a messy collection of blonde tresses, and consider sparing her from my gloating. But after two long weeks, I feel passing up on the opportunity would be a waste.

“you lost the…”

“I know.” Paige groans, though her smile reveals she’s not being serious. “You try hearing your pretty little moans and not fucking you. It’s physically impossible.”

You laugh, moving to cuddle next to her as she haphazardly disposes of the strap, tossing it along with the various articles of clothing (you made a mental note to wash it later). “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think any of my actions the past week have proven I’m any less horny than you.”

Paige shrugged, arms wrapping around you and pulling your head into her chest, her lashes fluttering in a failing attempt to stay awake. “It’s why we work so well together, I guess.”

The two of you lay there, your breath matching hers, ready to put this stupid bet to rest along with yourselves. Reaching for the remote for your fairy lights to turn them off, you turn to her. “Just so you know, we’re watching a horror movie on Friday.”

“Worth it.”

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers fic

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nezuscribe · 3 months ago

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life as a hit man was dirty but simple, and gojo preferred keeping it that way. he didn’t know his clients names, they didn’t know his. he’d send over proof of his work, they’d wire in the money. dirty, yet simple.

so when he gets a message to kill the daughter of some oil tycoon, he doesn’t think much about it. sure he thinks it’s cheap to go for the kid, but what does he know. this is the most he’s ever been offered for a one shot job, so he’s not an idiot to turn this offer down.

and unfortunately, that meant his next confirmed target was you.

he gets your information, where you go to school, what apartment building you live in, where you like to eat. usually he prefers a straight shot to the head, but sometimes sneaking in something to your food lets him off easier.

gojo gets to know your routine. what you do at what time. what shows you watch, what your favorite sweater is. he watches from the high rises that faces yours, crouching down so none of your bodyguards could see the reflection of the magnifier of his rifle.

and gojo is used to taking out a wide range of people. men, women, grandpas, aunts. it’s just business to him. but there’s something about you that makes him hesitate to pull the trigger.

maybe it’s the fact that the weeks he’s spent trailing after you he’s noticed you’re pretty much a loner. you keep to yourself, never bothering anyone. you don’t seem to have my friends in your classes, or even out of them. gojo never questions to morals of his clients or who they ask him to kill, but judging you so far you seem to have done…nothing wrong.

you treat the old lady who works in the convenience story with such kindness that gojo wonders if you were born into this level of wealth, because most people of your status treat those beneath them like ants. you always hold the door open for your body guards despite them insisting they do it for you. you always buy some food for the stray cats in the alley you pass, and you never yell when you’re on the phone with your dad, even though gojo tracks those calls and feels the need to yell for you.

it all comes to a moment when you’re at your favorite coffee shop (he knows this because you come here so often), and you’ve managed to weasel away from your bodyguards. he knows they must be freaking out by now, but you just want some alone time.

he’s right there, right behind you, the little pouch of his condition of drugs that instantly kill in his pocket ready, and you turn around with your coffee cup and bump into him.

your eyes seen, letting out a shocked gasp as the iced drink stains his shirt and pants, the cup not empty on the floor.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you stutter out, scrambling to find some napkins, “i’m so so sorry! i didn’t even see you there - gosh,” you shove some napkins into his hands, trying to dapple the coffee away but it does nothing to help, “i can’t believe…!” you trail off, the two of you moving out of line so you don’t hold the others up and your shaking your head in dismay, mad at your clumsiness.

“it’s alright,” he assures you, waving it off as his eyes take in your appearance. “don’t even worry about it, accidents happen.” it’s the first time he’s seen you this close, and he feels that pouch growing heavier in his pocket.

because you’re pretty. really pretty. and he likes the plush of your cheeks, the scrunch of your brows, the way you’re nearly gnawing your lip raw. you seem even prettier in person, and there’s a lump forming in his chest, something he’s never felt before.

“no, no,” you murmur, trying to find the tide pen in your bag, only to realize you left it at home, “and it’s stained too, fuck. i am so sorry about this, you probably have somewhere to be and…” your words trail off as you scramble for your wallet, pulling out some cash as you push it into his hands.

it’s more than he needs to replace the shirt and pants, probably enough to buy him a couple pairs from ralph lauren, but you still seem to think it’s not enough as you look for more.

“it’s no worries at all, i keep an extra of shirts in my car for emergencies like this,” gojo lies smoothly and you look up from your purse, eyes wide in shame. fuck he really likes your eyes too.

“no, please take it, it’ll be on my mind all day if you don’t,” you insist, but he’s shaking his head defiantly, a reassuring smile on his face as he hands the money back to you.

“and it’ll be on my conscience all day if i take it,” he promises you, and after you realize he’s not going to retract his hands you take the cash, shoving it back into your wallet as heat settles all over your body.

of course with your luck you spill coffee all over the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

you still look worried, finding another napkin as you take out a pen from your purse, messily writing something down.

“this is my contact information if you ever need me to replace your clothes,” you hand it over to the man with an apologetic smile, “please don’t hesitate to call me, i know stains and that’s gonna be really hard to get out,” you go to say something else but your eyes dart to the large windows behaubd him, catching sight of your body guards who seem to have seen you, and your face falls.

“i’m really sorry, again, but i have to go,” you mutter as you speed off, waving goodbyes to the stranger as you duck your head down and leave the coffee shop, not wanting to cause another scene as three buff men race in to find you.

gojo stands there almost in a haze, looking at his stained white shirt to the napkin with your number and name on it.

almost as if he didn’t already know it, almost as if you weren’t the girl he’s supposed to kill.

and in that moment he realizes how screwed he is, because he’d rather down that packet right there than shoot you down, and he’s never felt this dread before.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo drabble #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk drabble #satoru x reader

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tsukumomei · 1 month ago

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—PUPPY LOVE || AO3

ft. Sae Itoshi

summary: rin swears the new girl makes “nii chan’s face light up”. sae smiles more, and spends time with her like it’s no big deal. their parents don’t notice, but rin can tell she makes sae happier, even if it’s a little annoying. wc. 2.2k

a/n: just a cute fic I thought of cause of that one additional time of the itoshi brothers “nii chan’s frame of mind”

right where we left off

Rin didn’t like her at first, not that he did now.

She showed up at the park one day, just standing there with her ball and staring like she wanted to join their game. She didn’t even ask, just yelled, “Pass it to me!” like she owned the place. Her voice cut through the sound of their cleats against the grass. Rin froze mid-step. No one talked to his big brother like that.

To Rin’s surprise, his brother’s gaze fell on her, and Rin could almost see the gears turning in his head.

Nii chan didn’t yell at her. He didn’t tell her to leave. He tilted his head slightly and nudged the ball her way with his foot. Rin frowned.

That was it. The first domino fell.

She wasn’t even good. She ran weird, her kicks were all over the place, and she tripped more than she scored. Rin thought nii chan would get annoyed, but he didn’t. He actually helped her. He showed her how to dribble and even taught her how to do some of the moves Rin was still practicing. It wasn’t fair!

Then there was the rainy day. Rin was sure they’d stay inside—no one played soccer in the mud, not even nii chan. But when Y/N showed up wearing her rain boots and grinning, nii chan grabbed a ball and followed her outside. Rin had no choice but to tag along. They ended up having the messiest, weirdest game of soccer ever, with Y/N sliding in the mud and nii chan actually laughing when she fell.

But what really annoyed Rin was how nii chan acted around her. His face was different. When Y/N was around, he looked... relaxed. And sometimes, he even smiled. Not his usual smirk when he wins, but a real smile.

It wasn’t like nii chan to be this way. Rin knew his brother better than anyone. Nii chan is the coolest, and he always looks ahead.

But with Y/N, it was like he slowed down just enough to let her catch up.

One time, Rin saw them sitting under the big tree at the park. Y/N was talking a lot, waving her hands around and laughing, and he just sat there, listening. He didn’t even tell her to stop talking, which was weird because Sae hated when people talked too much.

Even at home, she was there sometimes. She’d come for dinner, and always ended up next to Sae. She’d laugh at nii chan’s jokes and he’d give her the last piece of karaage like it was nothing.

Their parents didn’t notice, of course. Mom just said it was nice Sae had a “little fan,”and Dad said it was good for Sae to teach someone else; it would “build character.” Rin wanted to tell them they were wrong, but he didn’t know how to explain it. If only they saw what he did.

It wasn’t just about soccer. Y/N wasn’t like the other kids. She wasn’t scared of nii chan, and she didn’t try to impress him like everyone else. She just... acted like he was normal. And somehow, that made nii chan act normal, too.

Rin didn’t understand it fully, but he could tell Y/N was different. She was the only one who could make nii chan stay longer at the park, the only one who could get him to drop his guard. And as much as Rin hated to admit it, there was something kind of cool about that.

By the end of the summer, Rin still didn’t like how much time they spent with each other.

But even if it was annoying, it wasn’t so bad to see nii chan smile.

—

Rin is eight now, and Sae is ten, and it was Valentine’s Day—the most annoying day of the year, at least to Rin.

When Sae opened his locker, chocolates and notes spilled out onto the floor. Rin, walking past with his own bag of books, stopped and stared. Even Sae’s friends, who were standing nearby, froze in surprise.

“Whoa! Sae, look at all this!” one of his friends said, picking up a pink heart-shaped box. “You’re like an idol or something.”

Rin looked around the hallway, noticing a group of girls peeking around the corner, giggling as they watched Sae. Rin rolled his eyes.

Sae didn’t seem impressed. He sighed, crouched down, and began scooping up the fallen chocolates. “You guys can take them if you want,” he said calmly. “I don’t really care.”

His friends’ jaws dropped. “Are you serious?” one of them asked, already reaching for a fancy-looking box. Sae shrugged.

“Yeah. Take them. I don’t eat sweets much anyway.”

Rin couldn’t believe it. “Nii-chan, you’re just giving them away?”

Sae gave Rin one of his usual unreadable looks. “What am I supposed to do with them? Keep them all? It’s just chocolate, Rin.”

Rin huffed, muttering under his breath. He might’ve been little, but he knew enough to tell that those chocolates weren’t just “chocolates.” The girls liked nii chan. They liked him liked him.

Later, when they got home, Rin peeked into Sae’s bag to see if he’d kept any of the chocolates. Sure enough, there was one. A small, simple box with a handwritten note tied to it.

“Why’d you keep that one?” Rin asked, pointing at it.

Sae looked up from his homework and shrugged. “She gave it to me in person,” he said. “It’d be rude to give it away.”

Rin squinted at him. Something about the way Sae said it made Rin feel like there was more to the story.

—

The next day, Rin noticed Y/N sitting on the stairs near the school courtyard, looking sad. She had her hands covering her knees, and her head was bowed. Rin frowned. Usually, she was cheerful and full of energy, but today, she just sat there, not even looking up when people passed by.

Sae noticed too. Rin could tell because instead of heading to class like he normally did, Sae turned and walked straight over to her. Rin followed, curious but pretending he didn’t care.

“What happened?” Sae asked, his voice calm but steady.

Y/N glanced up, her eyes a little watery, and gave a sheepish smile. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Sae crouched slightly, his gaze dropping to where she was holding her knee. “Doesn’t look fine,” he said.

Rin leaned closer and noticed the scrape on her knee, smeared with a little blood. Her other leg looked bruised, too.

Y/N sighed, looking embarrassed. “I tripped on the stairs earlier. It was so dumb. I wasn’t even running or anything. I just... fell.”

“Can you walk?” Sae asked.

Y/N shifted and winced as she tried to stand. “Not really,” she admitted, sitting back down. “My legs hurt.”

Without a word, Sae turned around and crouched in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Get on,” Sae said simply.

“What?”

“I’ll carry you to the nurse’s office,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Hurry up before we’re late.”

Y/N hesitated, looking unsure. “You don’t have to—”

“Just get on,” Sae said again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Blushing slightly, Y/N carefully climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Rin’s eyes went wide.

“Nii-chan, are you serious?!” Rin asked, sounding both shocked and annoyed.

“Do you see anyone else helping her?” Sae shot back, standing up effortlessly with Y/N on his back.

Rin scowled but didn’t say anything. He followed them as Sae started walking toward the nurse’s office, Y/N leaning her head against his shoulder.

“Thanks, Sae,” Y/N said softly.

“Don’t mention it,” Sae replied, his voice steady.

Rin trailed behind, muttering under his breath. “She’s so dramatic. It’s just a scrape. I fell yesterday, and no one carried me anywhere.”

But as he watched Sae carry Y/N, his brother calm as ever while Y/N’s face slowly brightened, Rin couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

“Why does Nii-chan always go out of his way for her?” Rin thought, kicking a pebble on the ground.

By the time they got to the nurse’s office, Y/N was smiling again. Rin sighed, knowing that no matter how much it annoyed him, Sae was going to keep looking out for her.

Sae, as usual, looked calm, but Rin caught the faintest smile on his brother’s face.

Later, as they were heading home, Rin couldn’t help but ask, “Nii-chan, do you like her?”

Sae glanced at him, his face unreadable as always. “What do you mean?”

“You kept her chocolate,” Rin pointed out. “And you carried her to the nurse’s office. You don’t do that for anyone else.”

Sae didn’t answer right away. After a moment, he just said, “She’s different.”

—

Rin was still in elementary school, but Sae and Y/N were now in middle school. Even though they didn’t go to school together anymore, things hadn’t changed too much. Sae still came home every day, and most of the time, he’d be in a good mood. Rin liked it when Nii-chan was like that because it meant he’d play with him, and Sae would even show him new tricks.

But one day, everything felt... different.

Sae came home later than usual, and when Rin saw him walk through the door, he noticed right away that something was wrong. Sae didn’t say much during dinner, and when Rin asked if they could play soccer, Sae just shook his head.

“Maybe later,” he muttered.

Rin frowned. Nii-chan never said no to soccer.

Later that evening, Rin found Sae sitting on the steps outside their house, staring at the ground. Rin hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting down beside him.

He let out a small sigh, his gaze still fixed on the ground. Finally, he said, “Y/N’s moving abroad.”

Rin blinked, confused. “What? Why?”

“Her dad’s job,” Sae replied. His voice was flat, but Rin could tell he was upset.

Rin tilted his head, trying to process it. “So... she’s leaving? For how long?”

Sae shrugged. “Probably a few years.”

“A few years?!” Rin’s eyes widened. “That’s forever!”

Sae didn’t respond.

Rin thought for a moment, then asked, “Did she tell you today?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her I’d miss her,” Sae admitted quietly.

Rin stared at him, stunned. It wasn’t like Nii-chan to say stuff like that. He was usually so calm and serious, never letting his emotions show.

“She said she’d miss me too,” Sae added after a moment.

Rin watched his brother’s face closely. Sae didn’t look like he was about to cry or anything, but there was something about the way he sat that made Rin feel uncomfortable.

“What are you gonna do?” Rin asked.

Sae glanced at him. “What can I do? She’s leaving, Rin. I can’t stop her.”

Rin thought about that for a moment. He didn’t like Y/N as much as Sae did—she was always stealing Sae’s attention, after all—but even Rin couldn’t imagine her not being around anymore.

The next day, Rin decided to follow Sae to the park after school, where he knew Sae and Y/N usually met up. He stayed hidden behind a tree, watching as they sat on their usual bench.

Y/N was holding a small notebook, and she handed it to Sae with a shy smile. “I made this for you,” she said.

Sae opened the notebook, flipping through the pages. It was filled with little doodles, notes, and memories of their time together—funny moments, inside jokes, and even some pictures she’d drawn of their soccer games.

“It’s so you don’t forget me,” Y/N said softly.

“I won’t forget you,” Sae replied, his voice steady but quiet.

They talked for a while, and even though Rin couldn’t hear everything, he could tell it was important. When Y/N finally got up to leave, Sae stood too. They said goodbye, and Y/N walked away, turning back once to wave.

That night, Sae was still quiet, but he seemed a little better. Rin sat next to him again, this time holding their soccer ball.

“She gave you something, huh?” Rin asked, glancing at the notebook on the table.

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna write back to her?”

“Maybe,” Sae said.

Rin stared at him for a moment before nudging him with the ball. “Wanna play?”

Sae looked at him, and for the first time that day, he gave a small smile. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Even though Rin still didn’t fully understand everything, he decided not to ask any more questions. If playing soccer could make Nii-chan feel a little better, then that was enough for him.

#(っ´ཀ`)っcienefics #blue lock sae #bluelock #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #itoshi sae fluff #sae itoshi fluff #itoshi sae x y/n #sae bllk #bllk sae #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #itoshi brothers

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